I've been in a stupor since Saturday afternoon when I succumbed to a virus that began with a migraine and evolved into an intestinal virus. I can't remember when I've ever been this sick except after surgery. I probably picked it up at the hospital when I went for a check up last week.  This is my second day home from work and I feel a little stronger but I don't dare eat anything more interesting than dry toast and a cup of tea without milk. Hopefully, being drenched head to toe in sweats has ended but my stomach still feels like I've been in a heavyweight bout.

All your comments on my middle aged motherhood post were wonderful. Life is a continuum of experiences and we all benefit from hearing stories from the sliding scale of human experience.

More later, after I sleep the morning away.