the creeping crud

Poor Jon woke up yesterday morning with a vicious stomach virus. He's been laid flat ever since, and unable to keep any food in his body. He also has bad aches. I feel terrible for him. Nothing seems to help.

I guess it's good that the children will be gone on their beach trip until tomorrow afternoon. Otherwise, everyone would probably get it, which would be unfortunate.

But it certianly is quiet around the house, with the kids gone and Jon in bed, mostly asleep...

I should do something productive, like work on my book, or weed the yard or clean the house. But I seem to lack motivation today...