Of course I have a cold. So does Owen. Oh well. I'm trying to avoid my husband as much as possible, wash my hands a lot, etc….bought bottles of Purell for the party. Ernie's still feeling pretty good. A little tired but not bad–much better than after the first round of chemo. His hair is hanging on too. Not as much of it, but some of it's there. I had said he looked like Billy Joe Shaver. He's holding out for an aging Johnny Cash. Owen says he looks like George Washington. Oh, remember when we went to Nashville when the boys were little and Owen thought Billy Block looked JUST like George Washington. Man, that was a long time ago. Broadway was a different animal then. Well, so were we, and the boys as well.
Food prep starts for the house concert today. I have work to do but no meetings so I can stay home and hopefully watch it snow.
And, just as a little treat, a series of pictures of the boys. I tried to take a picture while we were at lunch which Leo hates so he gave me his camera fighter finger. Owen then tried to convince him to just let me have my picture and get it over with.
Good God but I love those boys.