Fallout

It seems that as we were kicking 2011 to the curb, it was kicking back. Not going gently, you might say.

As I marveled at our week between Christmas and New Year's Day that included, among the five of us here at home, one case of strep, three head colds, and one stomach bug, Dave reminded me how that often happens following periods of intense stress. You know, like completing a semester of doctoral studies, or finals, or tending to/separating from a dying loved one. You buck up, hold it together, do what you need to do, and then when the pressure is off, your body falls apart.

Oh, yeah. That.

Now I need to go make a little chicken noodle soup.