10:15 On A Saturday Night

And actually, the tap is indeed dripping under a strip light. I keep meaning to fix that damn faucet in the bathroom.

I barely need to note it, but Asher's sick. Again.

Sarah's friend Lea calls him the welcome wagon for germs. We don't know any other little kid who gets sick as much as he does.

This time, it's a derivation of coxsackie, a nasty little virus that results in dozens of little sores on the tongue and throat. Suffice to say, eating and drinking are no fun. And as if that's not enough, this latest ditty comes complete with congestion and fever. Wow, has it been a fun couple of days. We tried to take him for a walk today - it was sunny and 80 degrees. He lasted ten minutes, before we retreated back to the confines of the home, the couch, and the Sesame Street Tel Aviv videos that seem to be a preferred solace these days.

On a related note, Asher has recently learned how to blow his nose. Sort of. And while we weren't looking today (and even after we were, but rendered helpless by hysterics), he emptied half a box of tissues, blowing his nose once each time in each tissue even though nothing was coming out. I guess he thought it was funny too, because it was about the only thing that made him laugh today other than the Israeli Oscar the Grouch.