I realize that it’s late in the day for me to be posting my daily entry. I sincerely apologize. But I have a good excuse. Since the day I wrote my post on little Hugo’s gastroenteritis I have been suffering the same vile symptoms he managed to overcome in only 48 hours.

Today has been the worst of it, I hope. I`ve never been very good at staying home and watching my toes (so I don’t vomit—this helps, I assure you) as I languish in bed with my confused Sophie Sue by my side. (Hey! you lazy human, where’s my schedule?)

And, no. I am decidedly not pregnant, as my eight-year-old son would dearly like me to be (what’s wrong with kids these days?). I maintain that Hugo passed on his vomiting symptoms to me via close kissy contact. (This is of course only a far-fetched theory but I’m sticking to it).

I promise to provide a real post tomorrow rife with opinions and pithy wordings. Good night.