Dear readers, I am sick.
Not cheating-on-a-vegetable kind of sick, just I-feel-nauseous-after-I-eat, no-matter-what-it-is sick.
So this will be a pretty short post.
My only thought for today is that it is great to be married to someone who will buy you ginger ale and bake you cookies and do the laundry when you feel awful. (Thank you, Dave, for being my hero, Domestic Man.)
That is all.
Stay healthy, San Diego.