Piglet Flu

It's definitely not the swine flu; don't panic.  But at least three members of my family are down with what I can only describe as Piglet Flu.  We have no fever.  We have no particular aches and pains.  We are not, in even the broadest sense of the word, sick.

We are blah:  I spent the first half of the day in bed and the second half sitting around and staring at the wall because anything else required too much energy. 

We are tired:  Benjamin fell asleep this evening at 6:20 p.m. while watching a thrilling episode of Animal Planet and hasn't stirred since I put him in his bed.  

We are not hungry:  my growing nine year old who often eats his own weight and that of his two brothers in food, was content with ten noodles tonight.

We (read:  Timothy) complain constantly that we're going to throw up.  But never do (thank goodness).  

So, I pronounce this the Piglet Flu.  It is pandemic in our home, and I'm thinking of applying to the CDC for funding to develop a vaccine.

But, on second thought, that sounds like too much work.  Maybe I could just go to bed early instead.

Snore.