One by one we have fallen. First Emily. Then John. Then me. Last night, Hope. We just weren't strong enough to battle this one. The stomach flu won.
And in fact, there still seems to be some sort of minor battle going on. Mainly in colons and what not.
Happily it seems we'll all be well enough by Christmas Day and you can bet none of us will be putting on the typical Christmas poundage.
I'm better now. The kitchen and other house surfaces are disinfected and life, and baking, goes on.
Rose, my MIL, is arriving by train as we speak and I am going to go upstairs and do a bit more cleaning and some gift wrapping. And likely have a cup of peppermint tea as well.
I hope that you are all winning your battles, colon-related and otherwise.