Unlucky enough on our first real weekend here to get a stomach virus. Very unpleasant, up at all hours of the morning on Saturday, couldn't keep anything down. Luckily wonderful, amazing Caitlin looked after me beginning at 4am. Can't do without people like her. Not that she actually did much in the way of actively taking care of me. Instead offered Ibuprofen and sympathy, while trying to keep from dozing off in an upright position. Nice of her though. Have survived on cereal bars and Powerade for the better part of two days until this morning.
Attempted to go to 9:30am mass, which turned out to be impossible. Although Englishmen love running about in skimpy clothes for exercise at 8am, the demand for a bus into town must be low. Buses do not begin routes until 9:36am or something dreadful like that. Stranded at the bus stop for 15 minutes with personal nurse (see above) debating what to do. Had the sense to take first bus that arrived and get breakfast in town before mass. Extremely grateful that we did, as to observe the typical English breakfast: sausage, 1/2 tomato, hashbrowns, toast, eggs, mushroom and beer! Everyone was drinking alcohol! As if it were COFFEE! Ridiculous. Wish I'd had my camera.
Superbowl is tonight, but contagious nasty sickness keeping me from celebrating into the wee hours of the morning. Will heartily cheer on the Cardinals from the confines of my bed and dream of victory. Also, it is snowing. Can't believe it. Flurries of snow, in fact. Beginning to think that family and friends at home are so jealous of our above-freezing temperatures that their feelings have been transported across the ocean in the form of precipitation. Thanks much.
To Morgan, who just arrived in Sunderland last night (hopefully), I love you! Welcome! And Happy Birthday!
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