The holiday stomach bug has passed from family member to family member here at Masked Mom's Headquarters; no one has escaped unscathed.
I stumbled into work yesterday to cover the couple of hours until a coworker would come into relieve me. He took one look at me and asked if I was okay.
"Stomach thing." I groaned.
"Look, I like you and I hope you get rid of it soon, but don't get rid of it by giving it to me. Go home."
So I did and I am mostly better, but still having that washed-out feeling these things always leave behind. Hence, the washed-out post. Here's hoping for something better tomorrow.
The Skin of Our Teeth
1 day ago