After New York, I fell into a churning hot pot of snotty colds, book fair hoopla, orthodontist wrangling, and jet lag. Little e was the first to herald in this new round of tissue abuse. Sweetheart G was next, followed very closely by Big E. I've been hitting the Airborne and the EmergenC like its the new hip thang, and so far (knock on wood) I am repelling the virus invaders. Today (Friday) both of the girls are back in school (Yay!), and soon I will leave to set up the Book Fair. We have a busy weekend in front of us; birthday festivities, pumpkin gathering, visits with both sets of grandparents. Still, it stymies me when I am asked "What do you do?"... such a puzzling question. I think I need to start answering, "I just don't know where to start."