Here's the scene yesterday: Aidan is standing on a stepstool, washing dishes, trying out the impressive variety of scrubbing implements in my mom's kitchen sink. I am at the kitchen table, sewing brightly colored triangles into quilt blocks that I am so happy with while Tyson reads aloud to me a quiz from Disinformation.com. It was a nice day. Aidan's sickness left as quickly as it came, and Steve might have found a mortgage for us where we can put 10% down instead of 20%, which just might mean that we don't have to live on Jiffy peanut butter for the next year.