Rain clouds...literally and figuratively

Had a lazy morning - a little too lazy - and ended up having to rush to get the boys out the door in time to get Logan to school. As we walked out the front door we noticed the walkway was wet, and there was a rainy sound in the air, but it didn't sound just right. Turns out it was sort of a frozen rain - not quite snow, but not really hail either. The temp was 34 so it just wasn't sticking. Logan elected to take lunch to school and stay until 12:30, and had a great time. The teacher says he's doing great and really seems to be comfortable with the peaceful pace of the classroom.

When I got home, I noticed Zach was a little more mellow than usual, yawning a lot and more interested in reading and cuddling than usual. By late morning he was definitely feeling warm so I put him down early for his nap, and an hour or so later he woke up crying and feverish. A shot of ibuprofen and a drink of milk helped him get comfortable and he ended up taking a FIVE HOUR nap. He was OK in the evening until the medicine wore off, so I dosed him again and now I can hear him and Logan chatting happily while they're supposed to be sleeping. Unfortunately I suspect he has roseola, since our friends' daughter had it last weekend and they played together a few days before she showed symptoms. Fortunately, roseola is a pretty minor childhood rash/fever that most people get by the time they're three or four. Boy do I hope that's true for Jason, Logan and myself. I guess one of my phone calls tomorrow will be to the pediatrician we're hoping to use.

In other news, I picked up my bike this evening. Between the weather (the temp dropped low enough for icicles in the afternoon, then rose enough to dry everything up before sundown) and Zach's illness I haven't gotten a chance to really ride it yet. But I am excited to try it out as soon as possible. We're still hopeful for that family ride this weekend.

Another "reasons we're liking Boulder more and more" observation: Drivers here actually take their time, and drive the speed limits on the main streets through town, even when they're wide open. So far no one's been in such a rush that they need to tailgate or be rude. The pace of life here really is slower. It's a little hard to get used to, but very relaxing and soul-lifting.