Five o'clock rolled around this morning. I cracked open an eye.
Hey. What's that I hear?
Trombones. A reed organ. The restless trumpeting of an elephant.
Strike up the band! The circus is in town!
Unfortunately, it's in my intestines. Step right up to the freak show in the bathroom.
Thanks to my younger daughter, I spent all of Tuesday doing a little soft shoe with gastroenteritis. She danced for about 8 hours, but I've got about 18 while I write this. Not fair. Just. Not. Fair.
But hey, I think I'm feeling the very first shadow of what might be hunger. Things might be looking up.
Then again, my older daughter is now next to me because she unleashed a torrent about an hour ago.
Bet I'm in for a long night. I'm living LARGE, baby.