Well, I knew my plans were too good to be true. We weren’t able to make it to the film festival. My husband was coughing and just not looking like himself. So, me being the worried nag that I am insisted…ok I bitched at him until he went to the doctor. Low and behold he tested positive for Influenza type B. Yours truly is taking care of a man baby. Soup from scratch bubbling on the stove and I’m launching Kleenex into ground zero AKA our room. I will be taking residence at night in the recliner. In between the whining, the demands, and the obituary writing that he has tasked me with I did a quick ‘Year of the Dog’ cartoon. Still wanting a really good quality basic set of watercolors but making do with what I have.