Thanks to the readers who wrote in wondering if everything’s okay in Coolidge Town. Yes, we’re all still alive here and no, we’re not shacked up with some hot fireman (though not a bad problem to have, eh?).

We’ve just been under the weather — feeling pretty punkish around here … even the cats.

But tonight, thanks to a class of Pinot Grigio and a slice of warmed up spinach quiche (pour moi) and a can of just-bought canned seafood (pour les chats) we’re all slowly beginning to rally.

To the very nice friend who dropped off a care package of Emergen-C, an apple, and today’s newspaper … merci mille fois!

To prove we’re all still alive and kickin’ — but definitely still feeling antisocial — here are some recent photos of la famille Coolidge.

Einstein taking refuge under the futon.

Coco squeezes into a box to hide from the lights in the office.

Boomer takes his downtime to catch up on copies of the Writer.

Two days of feeling sick as a dog ... no wonder the cats look way better than I do!