There's a bug at our house

I went home from work at lunchtime today because I felt sick. Discovered that my son -- who had stayed home from work with an upset stomach -- had a fever. I had some soup and went straight to bed. Now I can't decide whether I feel better or worse. Maybe I'll know after another nap!

I have a guest in the house tonight, but she is wonderfully self-sufficient and will do fine without us. My major problem is trying to find things to eat that appeal to my ornery tummy -- I'm in one of those situations that I hate: not feeling like eating, but knowing I will feel worse and worse if I don't, because of the low blood sugar.

How thankful I am that I really have no responsibilities or places to be for awhile!