8 of 10

A score of 8 out of 10 is usually a cause for celebration--unless, of course, you're a perfectionist and then you strive for 10 of 10. In this case however, even a perfectionist would agree that 8 of 10 is a very high score and no higher score would be wanted.

What did we score 8 of 10 on? The number of victims of the gastrointestinal flu in our home. As I mentioned in an earlier post, Jake had it first, but then two weeks passed before anyone else got sick. Jake probably did not pass it on to the rest of us. That honor goes to Bentley. He got sick (on or around) October 11th. I got sick the 14th. Jake got sick (round 2) the 18th. Lincoln got sick the 19th. My mother got sick the 20th. Viva got sick (on the last leg of the plane trip to Mexico) the 21st. Matt got sick (in Mexico) the 22nd. Opa got sick today, the 23rd. The only hold outs are Evan and Kara. It's a nasty, virulent bug.

We sure hope that Grandma Karen, Grandpa Tim, Shane, and the other guests with Matt and the trio in Mexico do not get sick. It's a waste of a great vacation to spend it being sick, but it'd be nicer to recover from a bug like this in Mexico than it would be to recover in cold, cold Alaska. There's a silver lining to most clouds.