That kind of day...

When you're dreaming that you're the kid in the Far Side cartoon pushing on the "pull" door of the school for the gifted, and then you're awakened by a three-year-old bouncing on your head a six in the morning, you know that it's going to be "that kind of day".

If the kids have recovered from their colds are bouncing like rubber balls, but you and your wife have come down with the same malady, you know it's going to be a while before it gets better...

And meanwhile, one must keep tapping away at one's work.