a second victim

I didn't feel so hot today and lost my breakfast. And then I was in the throes of what made Dennis so miserable on Monday. Yuck. This is the most awful stomach crud! Not up to writing much, but I'll leave you with this pleasant thought: imagine trying to give yourself a suppository while your child bangs on the bathroom door and demands to know what you're doing, then sticks his hands underneath the door and wiggles his fingers. I wish I felt like laughing.