Mayday

No sooner than I said I was the last man standing, I ended up no longer standing.  I have gone down with the ship.  Mayday!

I don't even know what to do about Lasa ... trying to decide if we keep her while sick or call Jonah's Journey and get her outta here to protect her.

I can't even believe this germ that has ripped through all four of us.  This has never happened in our family before.  It's very strange.

I also laugh at how I am blogging still.  While violently sick.  In the middle of the night.  Blogging is a disease of its own, I am sure. :}   Truthfully, I am wide awake listening to Lasa's every cough wondering if she is really starting to throw up.

Mayday, indeed!