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It's been a rough couple days around here. The last time I posted I was able to fill you in on the start of everything - the dreaded stomach flu that Clara had. I had my fingers crossed that it was something that she ate, but deep down, I knew. Thursday she was recovering and by Friday I had pretty much put everything behind us. I figured it had been 48 hours and nobody else had gotten sick. For sure we were out of the woods.

Friday I spent the whole day cleaning. My friend from college was coming to visit on Saturday. I hadn't seen her in 10 years and I was really excited. She was going to stay with me over night and we were going to have a great time reminiscing about the old 'tute days. Steve even had tickets to Barry Manalow (I am such a manaloonie - but don't tell anyone) that someone was going to give him if we wanted to go.

Then in the middle of the night, it hit. I woke up trying to convince myself that the only reason I didn't feel well was because I had eaten the double scoop B&R sundae. I got up and spent the rest of the night grateful that I had cleaned all my toilets the day before. It was rough. I was so weak the next morning I had to have Steve call and tell her she couldn't come. I was so sad.

So here it is Sunday night (I guess really Monday morning) and I am just waiting. There are still 2 people in this house who haven't gotten it. I figure if we can get through Tomorrow, we might be safe. Wish us luck.