I've been fighting it off since my exposure on Thanksgiving weekend.
Cassie and Caroline have had it. Caroline is not 100% back to health, yet, but almost.
I fought it off last weekend and felt great all week. Energy. Clear-headed. Happy.
Saturday morning - yuck. Today, worse yuck.
I ask myself why I fight so valiantly. Why don't I just run outside into the frigid weather in my underwear and let the battle be won by the enemy? "Take what you want and LEAVE ME ALONE!"
But, I'm a fighter.
Maybe I'm the stupid one.