They have the flu. All of them us. They each have the same thing, but they are all handling it in their own style. I won’t go into details, but let’s just say that our home is humming with moaning, groaning, heaving and toilet flushing. I am not in good shape either, but am capable of bringing blankets and glasses of water to those sleeping on bathroom floors. It’s kind of humorous, in a sick (pun intended) sort of way. It’s still dark outside and we have been at this for several hours.
Is it pathetic for me to be grateful that at least we’re all together?