Ever have that "bang your head into a wall" kind of feeling?  Yeah?  Know what I'm talking about?  I'm having that kind of day.  And, from what I hear, sounds like Sam is, too.  He has spent his last twenty four hours hurling and wretching and doing all sorts of unmentionable things into toilets, buckets and any container that will hold it.  The stomach flu hits the miracle boy.  Poor Sam.  Isn't a severe head injury and being in a coma for 2 and a half months enough?  My mom was a little worried about dehydration last night so she started an I.V. (my sister and I are secretly convinced that any time she gets to do these "nursy" things, she gets happy butterflies in her stomach).  He is currently (as of 4:30 Tuesday) up and playing games--so he much be feeling better. 

Sorry about the lame post.  Hard day.  Hard week.  Not feeling very creative, inspired or chatty in a finger-typing sort of way.  But...through rough events and bad weather still the blog must go on.  Yeah.  Whatever.

Bummed out sister (but glad brother is better),

Bec