As I alluded to, MC and I have been sick this week. We just caught a cold about a month ago, and we normally don't get sick very often, let alone twice in five weeks, but the dreaded Norovirus can take down even the steeliest superhero. My dad (who's far from steely but definitely a superhero) is one of those immune-wizards who gets ill maybe once a year at the most, but he's come home sick every time there's been a Norovirus outbreak at the hospital he works at.
So after barfing for one night (TMI? TOO LATE!), MC and I settled into feeling woozy and a little nauseous for the past several days -- though I will say, this did NOT lead to MC being asked by every other person if he's pregnant. Anyway, it could be a lot worse: we have each other for company, plenty of movies to watch, and can't help feeling lucky to be snuggled together on the couch, even if we're both stuck eating mostly saltine crackers and veggie broth (thanks for the tip, Margaret).
Also, I have to say that GBear is officially the best kid on earth (just in case you didn't know), and is nothing but sweet and understanding when the parental units in her household are both a little bit slow due to an untimely viral attack. Despite our state, however, we still altered her Halloween costume to fit, carved a Jack-O-Lantern together, and watched It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown, which I suddenly realized is plotless and weird.
Additionally, Chi has been nothing but pleased with our slow recovery.
So here's to a better next week! Hope you're feeling livelier than we are. :)