*READER ALERT* Do not attempt to read this post during a meal.
Diana is puking.
Calypso is nauseous and headachy.
I am getting over many days of "shitting through a straw," as my father so delicately describes it. Now I am starting with some nose and chest crud with head ache, chill, and phlegm galore.
That is all.
We will be festering in our own juices and petri dish of pathogens in the corner over here.
You go enjoy your day/meal/blog reading/relative health/whatever.