Last night during my local concert band’s fall concert, I started feeling excessively full.  Chalking it up to the Wendy’s “4 for $4” meal I’d wolfed down beforehand, I didn’t think much of it, but it was not a very pleasant sensation.  I could feel the rockets getting ready to fly during our finale, the good bits from Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture.

I made it home and made the mad dash for the bathroom.  Without getting too bogged down in the gory details, I had succumbed to a nasty stomach virus that is circulating in my family at the moment.

So today has seen me fighting nausea, painful cramps in my legs, hands, and joints (I think due to dehydration), and the effects of a largely sleepless night.  I managed to get to the grocery store in town and load up on Powerade, ginger ale, chicken noodle soup, and bananas—the ancient home remedy of my people.

Here’s hoping tomorrow sees me on the mend.  I’m still unable to keep down most solids, although I had a banana at lunch.

Back to our regular schedule tomorrow.  Your prayers are appreciated.