etc.

Stomach flu. Yeouch.

Yesterday was the first day in a very long time that I spent all day in bed. All day, that is, save for the time spent praying to the porcelain gods, or treading the beaten path between bed and washroom.

And the sleeping. Copious amounts of sleeping. I hate it when I am so sick that I can’t even hold my head up to read a book.

And so it goes.

A little better today, in fact just in the last hour. I’ve heard that this is the way these things work. So now I know.