Wife came down with the trots and a chill last night, and then the baby horked up his rice all over her. I'm sorry to report that his barf has the same "dissolve t̶h̶e̶ ̶p̶a̶i̶n̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶f̶ ̶o̶f̶ a tank at a hundred paces" stench as his eldest brother.
So yeah, I might be in contention for a bout of influenza. And considering I've got a heavy-lifting move coming up this week, I'd say it's a near certainty...