Well, since I visited here last, we had the unwelcome presence of an especially virulent strain of a stomach flu in our house. Actually, the word virulent may be rather redundant in this context.
Anyway, it started with my husband being afflicted with a deep set of the chills that rendered him colder than Arctic ice for a couple of days. On Wednesday night, I had about 20 minutes warning that it was my turn but instead of chills, I became well-acquainted with the tile pattern on our bathroom floor for a memorable eight hours. About 24 hours later, it was our son’s turn to study the tile pattern.
We’re still lethargic, hardly eating (a small cup of applesauce is a HUGE meal) but starting to function a bit more each day.
Beware of the gargoyles, my friends. This stuff is nasty.