My 7am run to Meijer's this morning to get milk for breakfast was, refreshing. A breather.
I should have held my breath.
After getting home and thinking that Pa was bringing the kids to Sunday School, you know - because he teaches and all - he came down the stairs with a warning not to go in the upstairs bathroom. You know, where the shower is? He was feeling slightly off yesterday, and today he is decidedly worse.
So here I sit - in need of a shower, minutes away from bringing the kids to Sunday school and only hoping that I don't get the bug also. That's four down in the last week and a half, and Mark's symptoms are hard to distinguish between the two year molar symptoms as it is - so it may be that he had it too.
Perhaps I'm the lone survivor. I'd like to keep it that way. I don't have time to be sick, and that's a fact.