Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

I've been sick all week, getting sicker each day. Even with phenergan I'm so sick to my stomach that I throw up as soon as I get out of bed. When I'm in bed I just complain and moan about how much my stomach hurts. Naturally this put a rather large crimp in my getting ready for Christmas plans, although somehow I managed to get all my office work done. And my column and I wrote the first couple pages of something I may work on.

Today I picked Chris up from Baltimore and tomorrow I think Cullen and Cam are supposed to fly to Alaska. I say think because this is something I heard from Cam, not from any adult. Very odd.