The Scourge came upon me yesterday.
But as far as Scourges go, it's not that bad.
Last night, on my way home from work a bit early, I fervently prayed to God that I would not get into a car accident.
If I did, I can assure you that there was no way that I would be arriving to the hospital in clean underwear.
The Scourge allowed me to sleep and make it to and from dropping the kids off from school.
I'll take it. I just hope that this is not the type of Scourge that starts with intestinal distress and blows up into an enormous puke festival.
Right now I am doing Ok. I am on the couch with books, remote controls and this computer in reach. I have a thermos of tea, a pillow and a blanket.
I'm not leaving my post unless I have to run to the bathroom. Of course I have strategically placed myself for the most direct route.
The kids are at school. The house is quiet and I haven't puked yet.
Not too bad as far as Scourges go.
Oh noooo. Scourges are the worst. Hang in there, and if you can't, just let it out. Let it all out. You poor thing.
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