Norwalk with me (day 123)

One of the hazards of hanging out with young kids is germs.  Kids touch everything and then they touch you...on your face, on your hands...it's a germ heaven.  On this particular bliss-filled vacation with my niece and nephew, a Norwalk-type virus found its way in.  I started feeling sick as we rolled out of the driveway and it took all the will power I had to keep everything in until we rolled onto our street.  I barely made it to the bathroom.  Then ensued the harshest ten hours of purging I can remember, including all my childhood (perhaps my mom would differ in opinion).   So this is why two days of blogging were dropped.

I am now getting back on solid foods and wondering why the world looks so bleak.  It's an interesting side-effect of being sick - a sort of dead zone where all your plans were dropped and now the threads are nowhere to be found.  I'm actively looking for the threads -- trying desperately to restart the routines but so far this blog is the only thing that's been restarted.  Before this I hadn't been sick in fifteen months...I'm out of practice.

I figure I can view it as a type of rebirth into the new year.  A clean slate.

A song for this post.