Ah well. My doctor informs me it would be a very foolish choice for anyone with a compromised immune system to go to a convention in the midst of a level 5 flu outbreak. I see her point. It means this weekend, planned for almost a year, will be Oscar's (and Cthulu-guin's) alone. We were going to celebrate our 8th (handfasting) anniversary. We will still celebrate, but not at Penguicon.
I was also looking forward to time with Amanda, Tommy and Sean, but I can see them another time.
When they were here a few days back, Sean fell asleep on Oscar. I love this photo: