Greetings from what I am jokingly referring to as 'The Plague House'. Whatever crud is making its way across the continent has landed here.
I don't have it. Yet.
Hubby does, and dearest daughter came down with it this morning.
If you have it, you have my deepest sympathies. In honor of this situation, I am making chicken soup. (And with all the flu supplies I bought, the pharmaceutical companies should be sending me a gift basket.)
Good luck out there.
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