I am. And I’m almost better. Not quite 100%. I caught a bug at the Macworld Expo trade show in mid-January, as did most of my colleagues. It was the worst cold I had in a long time.

In my last post, my sister was on her way over to bring me a thermometer. That ended up being pretty comical. She picked up a little digital thermometer, and we could not figure out how to work it. Two women who’ve worked in high-tech and software for years, and yet the thermometer’s instructions (tiny agate type, double-sided, like the warning insert that comes with drugs) mystified us.

Finally, Peg just held the back of her hand to my forehead, and said, “Nah, it’s not that high. Not over 100.”

Mom knows best. Who needs a thermometer?

I have the worst post-Macworld Expo cold. I think I have a fever, but I have no thermometer. My sister Peg, mom of the niece/nephews, is on the way.

There’s a lot of things I like about living on my own, but being sick with no one to take care of me is not one of them. On the other hand, I don’t know how I would cope with being this sick AND taking care of the kids.

Sigh. Life is nothing if not a long series of tradeoffs…