Behold: it came to be that a virus was visited upon The House of Jane. They could labor not, having been smote (smitten? smited?) to the ground. Begotten in the distant sands of daycare, it passeth through the generations in a swath of tissues, leaving a trail of cough medicine and tears.
And so it was. Stevie, returning on the road to daycare, passeth it to Miriam and William, who passeth it to Lee-Lee, who passeth it to Micah and Aunts Josie and Lolly, whereupon it has spread like a plague of locusts throughout the land. First unto Shaun, and lastly unto Jane, who has risen (temporarily) from the dead that you may be warned of the peril, and yet prosper.
Verily I say unto you: buy stock unto Kleenex while the Dow is still Tanketh, and you will see your fields grow tenfold, while toiling not.
I think it’ll be a few days before I’m up and staggering…not sure when the delerium will abate!