Pneumonia is always a barrel of laughs.

I came down with it last week. I was fine one day and the next, in so much pain I was delerious. I walked to pick Katie up on Monday and I fear that I embarrassed myself because I could barely talk or walk. I asked Ryan to take me to the emergency room when he got home. One lady had been in there for four hours already. Someone else said there was about a five-hour wait. Alex was at home with grandma, still awake. Hanging around until one o'clock wasn't an option. Ryan decided he'd call in sick the next day and take me to the doctor.

It turns out, even a trip to the doctor is a challenge when you can't breathe. I was so exhausted when we got home that I remember nothing else of that day. Ryan picked Katie up from school. I went to sleep extraordinarily early.

The next day was Katie's school program. Katie, bless her, has this incredible talent for knowing the exact wrong time to demand something and then jumping on the opportunity to make you do it anyway. She has to be at school by 8; the program didn't start until 9, so I planned to drive her to school, hang out for a while, and then walk back to the school for the program. But Katie wailed in protest at the suggestion. So I actually walked all the way to her school and back twice. Luckily, Ryan had asked for that day off way in advance to watch Katie's show so he whisked the kids away and ran some errands while I recovered.

in the i-tunes cart: "Wishing on a Star" by Rose Royce

Zac is probably not going to qualify for aid from the department of education. He's been seeing the speech therapist and last week, an occupational therapist came by, too. They both said the same thing: Zac is very skilled and probably not behind developmentally at all. There is, apparently, nothing wrong with his hearing, at least according to the audiologist at Kaiser.

This is good news and bad news for me. I really want Zac to go to a preschool. Most of his acquaintances are adults. He rarely spends time with anybody younger than his sister. So he really needs some kind of preschool program. But preschool is so expensive, but, ironically, we're too rich for any kind of head start-type thing. In order to swing it, I'd have to get a job and stick Alex in day care, too. And in no way, shape, or form would I ever earn enough for that.

holy crap. At the new Nickelodeon hotel in Orlando, they want $189 a night for a suite.

Saw Revenge of the Sith on Saturday. My brother-in-law has a part time job at a trading card store and they did a fundraiser. They reserved a theater for a screening and sold tickets. I was not expecting much, but I was so excited, especially after seeing the trailers. The original triology was such a big part of my childhood. So you can imagine how disappointed I was in Episodes 1 and 2.

But it was pretty good. The dialogue is howlingly bad, but the effects and the story make up for it. Lucas really can't direct to save his life, but he can tell a hell of a story.

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