My husband has been sick for a week, with a very, very nasty flu. It looked like he was getting better, then he got much worse, then a little better, and now just a little worse today (he's also working here, from home). Last night, right after I got home from the office, Charlie got sick, as in the whole nine yards of kid-sick. He's just perked up now, in time for us to feed our Wallaby on facebook. I'm so relieved he's a little better.
That means everyone around me, both at home and at work, have had the bug. Except one.