"I think being a woman is like being Irish." — Iris Murdoch

Last night I woke up at 4AM and lay in bed for a half hour before getting up to sit on the bathroom floor.  I was pretty sure I had to throw up.  I really didn't want to.  After two hours the nausea and stomach pain left and I slept for a half hour before getting up for work.

The whole time I was asking myself, Am I sick?  Is this nerves? and I ran through everything I'd eaten that day, pausing several times on some bizarre parsnip chips that Nelson had bought.  I wanted to wake  him and Emma to see if they felt sick too, because that would point to food poisoning.

I felt okay the rest of the day, if a little cold.  But it was a remarkably cold day.

And Nelson and Emma are fine.