Plans were interrupted today. It was snow and sickness that did it simultaneously: not too too much snow, but very much too much sickness, and all of it in Leah. She'll tell you about that.
The sickness affected me because I was up all night taking care of her and the baby, as needed. Also we were going to spend the morning with Tom and Nelly, who are heading home tomorrow, but that was obviously out of the question with Leah unable to even raise her head off the pillow before noon. Just as well, though, because it would have been tough driving getting down to Cambridge for 9:30 church. That's when the snow was falling hardest, and it didn't really let up until noon either. About a foot in total, which isn't much considering it was coming down pretty much consistently starting the evening of the first. Rascal enjoys it.
Grandma took Harvey for several hours in the afternoon so I could nap, but I didn't. I did take Rascal for another walk, and I did go biking—had to see what the conditions were like for tomorrow! I discover that I can not easily—I mean, at all—get through snow deeper than about three inches with the wheels and muscles that I have. Happily Lexington is already plowed out, and my bike is inside cleaned and oiled, so transportation-wise I'm ready to go back to work tomorrow. Mentally? Not so much. Maybe some sleep will fix that.
I went to bed last night everything fine, and then I woke with a start at midnight with that feeling. THAT feeling. No, not that one, what type of a blog do you think you're reading? What I woke up with was the feeling that, oh gee, I'm gonna puke.
From that dreadful start I proceeded to vomit or otherwise visit the facilities every fifteen minutes for the next five hours. Ugh. I'm tired just thinking of it. At about six in the morning, when the constant parade of bodily evacuation finally seemed at its end, I looked at Dan and said, "This was much worse than giving birth."
And he was like, "Oh yeah. Way worse."
You may wonder where I picked up a 24-hour stomach bug, seeing as I hardly leave the house these days. Well, like every other optimist in this new year I went to the gym yesterday. And there I lifted weights and pushed all kinds of buttons on the treadmill and most likely came into contact with hundreds of millions of bacteria, one of which managed to lodge itself in my gut and turn itself into a volcano.
But the gym you say, that's the pantheon of health. No, I think the word that you're looking for is paragon.
Anyway, thanks to the overall dehydration I'm down to my goal weight, so there's my new years resolution done. The rest of 2010: sleeping.