Crockett is still in New York. While we were there over the holiday (oh you didn't know? That's cause I wrote and scheduled last Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday's posts ahead of time because I knew I'd be traveling for 21 out of those 72 hours, cause I a smarty.) two of our nieces got very sick. Like, very physically stomach-wise unwell in the middle of the night sick. One recovered by morning and was down for toast and eggs, but the other was down with ... something? Something bad and fevery. So this afternoon I"m talking to Crockett, and he's telling me he doesn't feel super.
And now I don't feel super.
I knew I didn't feel good before, but I thought it was from eating stuffing and turkey and no vegetables that weren't sautéed in some kind of animal fat for a week. Oh, and pie. I ate a lot of pie.
One time I ate yogurt! With cranberry sauce stirred in.
The yogurt was not enough, obviously.
Now I'm confused. Do I not feel super for the reasons I thought, or do we both not feel super because we're sick? Or is he sick and I'm just holiday'd out? Are neither of us sick and I'm just a hypochondriac? Is it Zika?
So many choices.
Two more days. After this. 30 days in a row is a lot of days to write down things you think, you guys.