The waiting game...

So, last night I awoke to the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut followed by vomiting. In other words, Bob, too, has fallen victim to 'the sickness'. I spent the rest of the morning--and all day today--waiting silently for it to come over me. There's just quite simply no way I think I can avoid it. I mean Jack, the original culprit, covered me in vomit Friday night....and I'm certain he has infected me with his germs. Bob certainly got it. It seems inevitable. So, I wait...