Now you come and bring out the tears in me . . .

Gloria and I have been battling a nasty case of the stomach flu for the past week or so. There is nothing quite so humbling as laying on the floor, face pressed against a vomit soaked towel and so tired and breathless you can't even lift yourself up. So, you crawl across the floor and collapse on the hall carpeting, thankful to be breathing and for the moment not burning up with fever. This is the lowlight of the past few days for me. On the upside, I am finally recovering and Gloria seems to be in the clear as well. Ah, the glory days of February . . .