Fluesday

I am still typing 7 spaces at the beginning of every paragraph, but I do at least now have a menu of sorts. I skipped last week because everything in the Lane household has gone pear-shaped. I learned today that the most likely origin of the phrase, “gone pear-shaped” was in the Royal Air Force, and it was used to describe a poorly executed aerial loop. It’s also what happens when I attempt to draw a perfect circle. On the ground. With a pencil. I do not ever expect to attempt to draw anything in the air with a plane. Events this past week have led me to ponder on where things go from pear-shaped. My much-beloved readers, everything in the Lane household has now gone banana-shaped.

How many Lanes with the flu does it take to load a single dishwasher? All of them! Did I imply fully loaded? I’m sorry, I meant to the point of, “good enough, that’s enough dishes for dinner, just start the thing.” This is turning out to be one of those weeks where being vertical is a major achievement, and wasn’t supervising the medicine schedules of a very sick household one of the labors of Hercules?