We’re falling apart

Almost everyone I know is sick or has been sick in the past two weeks.

I’ve heard of the cold, the flu, the stomach virus … eww.

Since last weekend, I’ve been sniffly and sneezy and sore-throaty myself. Paul’s a little sniffly too, but swears he does not have a cold.

I think I’m almost done with mine though; I can actually speak for more than five minutes today without losing my voice.

So now of course it’s Luis’s turn. He woke up this morning not feeling too well, and I’m pretty sure he’s got the stomach variety. I just brought him some tea, and he’s napping in bed trying not to throw up.

It’s time for spring.