When I picked up Pat from the airport before Christmas, he said that he wasn’t really feeling all that well. Perhaps a perpetual thing for him. But the day after that I started to feel a little bit queesy just moving around.
Since then, both Riley and Berta have been sick. And Berta says that Abby was having similar complaints, too. Finally, on Monday, the illness struck. I didn’t wake up until 10:30, which is unusual in our house with the kids running around, and I didn’t actually get out of bed. Ever.