Worst. Cold. Ever. (Virus, Actually)

I become the third member of the family to be struck low, but briefly, by the vomiting virus. Ben got it on Friday, Rex last night at 9, me last night at 11. Lynn, so far, demonstrates the superior genetics that led me to marry her through a painstaking assay that took me 15 years. (Don't tell her that part.)

About 14 hours later, I am not dead--"I feel happy!"--but not quite living, either.