I was fine when I left for work this morning, but by the time I walked home this evening, I was sick. Sick sick sick with whatever Shane brought home from Vienna – and NOT Manner wafers, though if Manner wafers were an illness, I don’t think I’d want to be cured. We sat on the couch and groaned like zombies and ate whatever sounded palatable whenever the zombie haze parted enough for us to be hungry. I think we both had leftover corn chowder and leftover cornbread, but I couldn’t swear by that. I also can’t guarantee that I was able to taste whatever I did eat, though it probably tasted somewhat like corn.