Friday, I went home an hour early because I didn't feel good. My digestive track was going nuts. By Saturday, I began to feel better. But on Sunday, my younger daughter had a fever, and my wife was "getting sick" in the bathroom for hours on-end.

So, I stayed home from work yesterday to take care of Samantha and Maura. But to make my guilt-trip worse, I had already requested today (Tuesday) off so that I could go to a doctor's appontment (different specialist, though).

Like I said, "random."