It's MOPS again this morning.
I know it's only been two weeks since the November instalment of "Mothers With Pre-Schoolers", but they aim for the last Thursday of the month, and after today, there's only 1 week to finish getting ready, and then Christmas Day itself.
How's that for a scary thought?
I helped last time, being one of the five who babysat the 12-24 months babies.
Two weeks ago I was just beginning round 2 with the insidious virus.
This morning it's mostly better, but I'm still clearing out nasal passages and coughing with enough regularity that I thought I shouldn't inflict my germs on anyone's children.
So today, instead of being next door, I'll be here.
And it feels a little weird, I gotta say.
Like I'm shirking.
And I know it's just me.
But, rather than spend the morning packing for a guilt trip, I'll be working on Christmas cookies and praying for them over there.
It's the least I can do, after all.