cabin fever, I think

Not a peep out of Dennis this morning, not one request or visit. David heard him get up, go to the bathroom, and then return to his own room without speaking to either of us. Highly unusual! No breakfast request, no "time to get up and play with me because the sun is up". I didn't see him til lunch time, when I was on the phone with Ellen. He'd had no time for me at all until I was on the phone, and then he was all over me with demands and requests for food and company. I am feeling marginally better, but I know I've spent probably 22 of the last 24 hours snuggled under covers on the sofa in various stages of recline. I can't remember the last time I could smell.

Tonight, Dennis was running rampant, stalking the couch and shooting us with his 'bazooka' (his tee ball tee, unscrewed from its mounting). He was desperate for us to play with him--he rescued all his Fisher Price Little People from the storage bins they've been in for a couple of months. He is happy to be reunited with them, and his room never looked messier. I wish I felt well enough to deal with it--he has even attempted to clean some himself because the mess is getting to him!

So, it's time to get well so we can LEAVE this house, at least once, before we get snowed in tomorrow night as predicted. At least we have already bought milk and bread.