The bad news: Though I ate right and exercised my little patootie off on six out of seven days, some of that is due to having gotten food poisoning or a virus or who knows what.  I was in pain on Saturday night and last night I shook with chills like a St. Vitus dancer and endured cramps until my insides finally gave up and waved the white flag. 

I made it to the bathroom and did not pass out while there so I considered the whole trip a roaring success.  This morning I was too dizzy to drive Hugo to school (yes daycare, I know!) so I left it to my man.  But although I felt like death warmed over, and was running a fever, I did work as this is what one does when they telecommute.  Since no one needed to see me, and I could reel around and not fear vomiting on some network execs shoes, I pressed on. I was convinced crampgate was all due to a bag of tainted baby carrots.  But my man unit, who did not partake of the carrots, had to come home from work early and is currently laid up on the couch enduring the same crampy illness. So far, Hugo baby, the unrepentant culprit of all sickness, is fine.  So "go know,"  as my mother would say.

As I'm feeling crap at the moment and must go walk the dog as the man unit is experiencing a rare malfunction, I'll leave you with a taste of Hugo's entertainment from this weekend's upstate trek.  From all the raking and the barrowing around, we should be quite buff by now.  If the commentary in this video is a bit dull -- you are right!  I was too overcome by the cuteness.  Couldn't speak.  More clever V/O shortly.