Sad face. I have a stomachache and headache.
Kudos to my main man for getting everyone to church on time by himself this morning. I've been too busy writhing in pain. I'm trying to rest but this is one yucky bug. I think I have what R had.
Bella had to give a talk in Sacrament meeting today, and I'm sad that I missed it.
I had everyone's church clothes ready for today, so that helped. I hate being rushed on Sunday mornings and we're trying to turn over a new leaf in that department. We now have a "church box" for the three little kids' shoes and ties and stuff.
Later: I was feeling okay enough to visit the relatives at Willamette National Cemetery today. Tomorrow we're going to Park Hill, and hopefully I won't be weakly shuffling around like your Great Aunt Mamie.