Well what can be said of a week completely occupied by a wandering stomach bug? I was the first one to provide a home for it, and it proceeded to expel absolutely everything from my system and refuse to let anything in.. or maybe that's the body's way of starving the bug. But does its starve and die? NO. It seems to migrate quickly to its next victim. That would be darling daughter. But since she is so young and with a new and proper functioning body, the worst of it didn't last too long. There are still dregs remaining, resulting in one crabby, cranky mess.
Then dear son went down with it. Happy to be off school for sure, but confined to his bed nonetheless. Its so easy to see when he is truly ill..although he thinks he can fool us. When he is truly ill, his energy dissipates and he lays in bed, sleeps, sometimes reads. When he is not ill, he can hardly sit still, wanting to always jump about. And last but not least, husband went down yesterday. The man who thought he could will it off, who sometimes thinks I 'give in' too much.. well, he's in bed now. With the crisp autumn air beckoning (it looked like a frost this morning), and blue skies with sunshine, I feel as if I've been holed up here longer than a week. With four small rooms each occupied by a person or two, I'm hoping today might be the day for a walk, and some good fresh air.