Okay, so last Saturday I got the stomach flu. Badness, much badness. A day or two later, my daughter got it. That was all the projectile you know what I vaguely referenced around here which kept the grown-ups awake all week. Meanwhile, my wife got a sore throat and the beginings of a cold, presumably from the stress. Daughter went to doctor and said she had strep throat, which apparently in tiny humans can cause major nausea. Lucy snapped back the moment she started taking antibiotics. But saturday night the fair Jessica got the stomach flu of Exorcist proportions. And now I have a cold (I started taking Zinc on the advice of many readers and it seems to help). And everyone’s got deadlines on top of deadlines. Whatever happened to the idea that working from home was supposed to be stress free?