Today is the annual Faschings Dienstag Parade in our neighboring town. As one radio host said this morning, it’s the day people are knee-deep in confetti and alcohol. I was hoping to share fun stuff like pink cowboys, dancing ice cream, witches, and pesky bakers, but I have been sick since Thursday and haven’t made it much further than the 10 steps from the couch to the computer and back to the couch. Zavi was sick the week before and had a barfing bout Sunday night. Today Katja is sniffly and it’s hard to tell which way she’ll go. I decided all that wasn’t worth a few hours in the wet cold. Faschings Dienstag — I already miss you.