Sad panda

Poor Alec was quite a sad panda today. He's been snotty and coughing for a couple days, but seemed perfectly chipper until this morning, when he actually asked me to put him down for a nap. He was clearly exhausted but having trouble staying asleep, so I finally bribed him to stay in bed with the Nook, on which he can watch Netflix and will sometimes get him to lie still long enough for sleep to catch up with him when he's fighting a nap particularly hard.

But then he came downstairs crying that his face hurt. I looked at him and saw how his eyes were red-rimmed and had dark shadows under them and took him to the doctor. And it was a darn good thing we managed to get that last-minute late afternoon appointment, because the doctor took one look in his ears and said it was no wonder he was miserable, since they're both infected. Poor little guy.

I'm trying to decide if three doses of antibiotic is enough for him to be able to go to preschool tomorrow. He perked up quite a bit with some ibuprofen, but was still clearly under the weather this evening. I guess we'll see how he is in the morning. I don't want to send him to school sick, but it's going to be a pain and a half to have to take him when I vote tomorrow.

Sweet relief

I haven't said anything about the election here (well, let's face, I having been saying much at all here for a while), because I've been so tense over the outcome I just couldn't do much more than sit and twitch nervously whenever I contemplated a Romney presidency. There's just so much hanging in the balance right now, from the environment to reproductive rights to health care reform to the economy that means we just can't afford a Republican president right now, at least not the sort of Shiite Republicans that seem to be getting elected these days.

So all I can feel right now is deep relief. Obama certainly isn't perfect, but he's good enough for the things that really matter.