Nasty sick

We're all sick in the house. Started with my mother-in-law, I got it next, now my wife is working on coming down with the acute symptoms. Tho there ain't no way in hell "cute" out to be anywhere near a description of what happens when this thing takes hold. Picture the Mr. Creosote scene from Monty Python's The Meaning of Life, and imagine the same type of thing happening along the Southern passage (if you catch my meaning). At the same time. By the way, if you're unfamiliar with Mr. Creosote, don't click the link if you tend towards queasiness. The Wikipedia page for Mr. Creosote states, "It has been suggested that the scene is one of the most repulsive in twentieth-century cinema." You've been warned.

Fortunately, the worst of it only seems to last for about a day. Not even a full day, in my case, and that was yesterday. I'm on the way to recovery, but by no means there yet. M-I-L came down with it 4 days ago, and still gets a little distressed by eating anything other than the softest solid foods.

It's been, and will continue to be, quite a fun few days.