Summer Cold

It figures. Just back from Belgium and I develop a summer cold. You know the deal: sore throat, stuffy head, ears clogged, all-round lame feeling. Not Fair. Aren't people supposed to be energies after their vacation. full of vibrancy and ready to jump back into the grind?
Come to think if it. I don't believe I've ever known anyone to be happy to come back from vacation. If I were superstitious I'd say, it's a sign; a sign I don't want to go back, either to work or to the regular hassle and bussle here.
A friend suggested becoming independently wealthy so we wouldn't have to work anymore and could do what we wanted, when we wanted. Sounds like a great idea. If anyone has a good strategy, let me know. Right now digging for gold or playing the lottery are the only ideas we've come up with that don't require a ton of upfront capital investment. And marrying rich for money is out too, since we're both in our thirties already and while not bad-looking, not stunning either. Oh well, we'll keep working at it.

Kevin's asleep. Bless his heart. He develops so quickly. Is almost talking. In fact, he is talking in his own babbeltaal, we just can't understand him yet. He can make himself understood though. When he wants to go outside and play, he points to his sunhat, then to his head, then to the door and makes the dooropening sign. Smart kid. Hope we're not screwing him up too badly to talking to him in two languages. I so hope his Flemish is going to be decent. I keep on consistently talking to him in it, but since I'm the only one, I'm not sure if that will suffice. Hope so. Till we move back of course.