Waiting

I am waiting to turn on the vacuum cleaner

to take the dogs to the vet

to do shopping

to turn on the Wii Fit

because I'm waiting to hear from my sister-in-law when she leaves the doctor's office as to whether the rash my nephew, Brandon, now has on his face is actually MRSA that he caught from his grandfather, who was diagnosed shortly after the kids stayed with them a week ago, and who has been in the hospital for five days.

Cross your fingers. That boy catches everything. But please, please, not this.