Oy! It was a lousy few weeks for relatively minor health problems that kept cropping up and eating into my living and writing. Strangely enough, it only hit my husband and myself. Personally, I think the kids had a hand in it somewhere - even if they were only carriers. Of course, I can’t blame my root canal on them. That was alllllll me. So, I felt like a worm-riddled corpse alternating roasting over the fires of hell and drowning in a vat of mucus. (How do you like THAT mental image?) Luckily, hell on earth didn’t last forever.