When asked by my coworkers how I would spend the long weekend, I told them that I would spend it by going to church a lot. As it turned out, I went only once, on Holy Thursday. On Good Friday, Younger was ill, and I stayed at home to care for her while Puff and Elder went to church. On Easter Sunday, our holiest day of the year, I and Elder were violently ill, and could not go anywhere that was more than twenty feet from a bathroom. Puff and Younger went to Mass. Yesterday, Puff was down, and last night Frodo came down with whatever this is. The circle is now complete, I hope, and we will all soon recover.
I hope all of you had a better Easter weekend than us. In the meantime, I feel we all owe our toilets an apology for the hell we have put them through.