I've been home today, as my daughter was nice enough to give me something Monday, I think. It was her stomach bug. I made it through work yesterday, and went to the "second job" (keeping the clock for a local Catholic hugh school, where I graduated from a loooong time ago). My stomach was feeling unsettled. It soon became apparent that I had something wrong internally, but I hung around until the end of the first half of the JV boys' game, because my relief wasn't there yet. I waved goodbye and headed home. Got right into bed. 11:15PM, it was confirmed that I had a stomach problem.

Had to fight off "lower intestinal" issues all night, and all day. My daughter has been raising Hell over the fact that she wants milk to drink, yet she brings it back up a short time later. I've had five Ritz crackers, three glasses of water, two pieces of dry toast, two de-carbonated Diet Coke +es, and two glasses of white grape juice. I'm feeling as if there's something going on south of the mouth, and I'm gonna cut this one here.
Other than that, things are going great.
