Back to work

I spent last week in Columbia, Missouri judging a photography contest. I got home from my trip late Thursday night, hung out with the inlaws on Friday, then spent the better part of Saturday unconscious. Even with a good day's rest behind me, I still needed a two-hour nap to get me through Sunday. I'd forgotten how tiring it can be to use your adult brain all day long.

But this morning I woke up early, rarin' to go. I did a little pre-dawn yoga and felt good about my prospects for Getting Things Done. Then The Boy woke up with the croup and we spent the better part of the day visiting the doctor and the pharmacist. I'd like to say I'd forgotten how tiring it can be to deal with a small child all day long, but I think it takes more than five days for that sort of amnesia to kick in.

Now I'm feeling a little tickle at the back of my throat. Can grown-ups get the croup?