We've got the King Kong of stomach flus rampaging through our house right now, smashing some of us into weeping piles of misery while the rest of us cower in fear, waiting for the moment it spies us and reaches out to crush us with it's cruel hand.
So far Ethan and Jo have been the ones to suffer. I've never seen these kids so sick for so long. Ginny has had a fever and sleeps a lot, and Matt and I have escaped so far with only sympathy nausea and exhaustion.
On a lighter note, our bird feeder is finally being visited (we've seen lazuli buntings and ruby-crowned kinglets) so the kids have something to watch out the window as they loll whimpering on the couch.