Just a quick update to say that Doug is on the mend after several dramatic and rocky days of purging. Della is fine fine, and I finally feel like my own self again. This virus sucked. Having Doug get it, and go down for the count, made me feel slightly less wimpy. All I could do was lie there and whimper and while he did not whimper once (out loud)-- I could tell it was bad.
So, we don't have to dread it anymore.
Odd thing, dread. Dread is often bigger than the thing itself, certainly more thorny, much more complicated since all the possible scenarios must be attended to with sufficient worry and contingency planning. And now? Dread-be-gone. Reality happened, as it tends to do.