Not so much happening today in the Norman household. It seems Smith’s little stomach bug from a few nights ago has now swept it’s way through all four of us. I have been absolutely laid up ALL day, and Roshare, who’s just barely recovered herself, has been for all intents and purposes a single mother. I don’t think I’m all that good at being sick…I’ve been pretty weak and pathetic all day. And I’m fascinated at how quickly kids bounce back from things like this. Granted, I had a bit of a long night last night, but here I am 12 hours later and I still feel like I got run over by a truck. Smith, on the other hand, had it way worse than his Dad, for pretty much two days straight, and he’s ready to run a freakin’ marathon in his Buzz Lightyear underwear. Maybe that’s the problem, I bet if I had myself some Toy Story boxers all would be well in my world again. One can only dream.