I don't often have it together enough to jot down Hannah's non-stop stream of hilarity, but you guys lucked out this time.
Hannah was sick a few days last week, so she was home on Friday--already on the mend--with John, who got side-swiped by whatever crud she had. When I got home from teaching, she told me that she had been taking good care of John, keeping him in tea and Muppets. (The Muppet Show was still running when I walked in.)
Then, more recently, she had unbraided my hair for me while I was sitting on the couch and commented that she liked it better loose--"You look wise, like a little hairy Buddha." Thanks!