ENOUGH ALREADY

Our household medical saga continues, with Fellow Traveler felled today by what we think is the same stomach flu that afflicted the fire-restoration cleaning guy at the Big House, whose illness postponed cleanup by a week. She wound up in bed today, writhing in discomfort.

Now, I'm as game as the next person to roll with the inevitable punches of each season's various bugs. But after two months of Germapalooza repeatedly passing through my office, our church and our home, I'm crying foul.

ENOUGH ALREADY.