I woke up atypically nauseaous this morning. Nausea then proceeded to turn to violently running at 

both ends.  I live alone, so I had nobody to help me get to the loo.  It was amazing how weak I got 

fast.

However, it was a snow day.  I got lucky:  classes were canceled, so I didn't have to take a sick day.  

I didn't miss a single class, and Wednesdays are my day in the week when I teach a double shift at 

my community college, from 9am to 9pm.  That way I have Thursdays off, so I can recover tomorrow 

without missing teaching any classes, too.

Friday I hope I hope to be getting fit as a fiddle again, because on Saturday morning I leave for 

Mexico for Spring Break for that beautiful place in the mountains where I hope to retire in two years.

Wish me well, y'all, so I can make the trip!