It’s the time of year for the stomach flu, or, as it’s charmingly called in Swedish, the “winter vomiting sickness” (vinterkräksjukan). Most often we get through unscathed, but this past week hasn’t been a pretty one chez nous. I was struck first, early Sunday morning, and spent all of New Year’s Eve making bathroom runs. Next afflicted was Olof, on Wednesday, then Lydia today.

Fun for the whole family, as they say. I can hardly wait to see what happens next.