I have been hugging the commode, all day, wishing that I was dead, because the pain of being sick, has been so intense. This morning, I thought that I had food poisoning, but as I emerged into the afternoon with a slight cough and a bit of a sore throat, I started to think that I might have a bug.

Love has come down with the same symptoms, tonight. Poor thing is laying in bed, in her pretty art opening dress, moaning a bit and trying, I think, to sleep it off, whatever it is.

My son had his first ever art opening, tonight, and I couldn't fully enjoy it. I am proud of the boy though and I do love him.