So four nights ago I came home to Ron’s puke all over the kitchen sink. He was pretty sick. I had to take a knife and swish it around the sink to let it all go down, then we shared a beautiful dinner of fish that he was trying to convince me would taste good on the George Foreman. This morning when I woke up to go to school, I myself puked a few times, i shook it off and jumped in the car anyway and then puked in the car. Then ended up in Hamilton puking again. Odds are Ron and I both got Norwalk, he’s better now, and hopefully I am in a few days. I never did make it to school.