It’s 1:48 a.m.
It’s officially official. I am the sole survivor, the one that got away from: The Flu.
Ian still has a bad cough.
Bryan’s had the shakes and a temp of 102 all night.
And now, Cameron just threw up all over his crib quilt and then me.
So, I may be in for a long night, but I will be posting WotW–no fear. Bear with me. I usually get everything that’s going too. This sucks.