It's that time of year again

Yes ladies and gentlemen, it's here. It's the time of the year when the air goes crisp, candy wrappers can be seen littering the streets, and usually one member of each family in the neighborhood is violently retching over (what we have affectionately named) the puke pot. It seems like the plague. First, one tiny member exhibits symptoms. A runny nose, then the occaisional sprint to the bathroom. Then the symptoms get worse. Breakfast returns for it's encore presentation, and you know that you are doomed for the next 2 weeks or so. It's almost a game for me. I silently make predictions in my head about who will be the next to be afflicted. I constantly assess each child and/or spouse as if I'm a doctor doing rounds, and I will away the grumbling in my stomach that tells me that I'm going to need my own mommy.

Hello fall/winter, my old friend. It seems like only yesterday I basked in the phlegm of your presence. How quickly I had forgotten all about this part about you when I wished for colder weather on those days that it was too hot to go to the pool. So, November is in 5 days, that means there's only 5 or so months until spring...