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The Norwalk Virus has hit Oakenhouse.

D was up all night last night "processing", if you know what I mean and I think you do.

I think our New Year celebration is going to consist of her lying on the bed with a bucket beside her while I brew tea, wash my hands compulsively, and think good thoughts towards my white blood cells. And that's the best case scenario.

My family gets larger and stranger

My Dad had an odd present this week--a family tree! Apparently one of my more distant relatives (the son of my granduncle, whatever that makes him) has been researching things, and found 'The Book of R', put out by a distant relative in 1899.

The most interesting thing I've turned up so far? I'm apparently a distant relation (my great-great-etc. grandfather was a cousin-in-law) of Samuel Wardwell, who was hung for being a witch in 1692.