The stomach flu has reared its ugly head here at our place.  So far only Tage has been afflicted, and I’d like nothing more than for it to stay that way.  Olof and Lydia and I are all feeling a bit under the weather this evening, but it may just be the result of the near-sleepless night we passed last night, what with Tage’s half-hourly puke-and-wail sessions.  I’m studiously avoiding consideration of the alternate possibility.