- The possibility that my son has chicken pox. All red rashes, mild fever, some itchiness and all;
- Rain. The pit's all dug, nothing has happened since the days they all had so much fun burying the plants under soil. So there's plenty of space for disasters to happen.
When I look at the posts lined up for me to read on my feed reader I begin to wonder why I ever started reading blogs in the first place. I should stop now.*
*On the other hand, I come back only to blog about all this before several other things. So it just goes to show.