perhaps NASA can learn something

temperature is down; vomiting is up. Vomiting of which a 15 stone beer guzzler could be proud. Where does it come from? Where does he store it before it all launches out like a Columbia shuttle launch?
Boy is not well and still banned from communal gatherings. Mamma and papá try to juggle everything and generally fall short. Clothes, sleeping bags, sheets are in an endless cycle of laundry. Arnobio is holding up pretty good - no stains, despite suspicious odour, so we'll hold out with him till the weekend.

I last breast fed over a year ago. And yet... especially when he is sick, a little milk still escapes. The female body remains a mystery, not least to females. It is part of our mystique. Or something.