”Well, at least they aren’t sick,” said while two of my little granddaughters were sipping from my ice water glass at the restaurant. We happily shared germs and reminisced about it three hours later when one culprit vomited her meal.
Thankfully it was not a bug. We waited for further confirmation on that – but it seemed a case of whatever-didn’t-agree-with-her. And most times I figure I’ve had all of those crazy little bugs at some point and my body will ignore those pesky things. It was a good impetus to get some laundry done, a rather refreshing way to begin a new year?
Here’s to health and happiness this 2026. Happy Feast of the Epiphany, you wise ones.