At 1:30 this morning, I got out of bed to go to the bathroom. Again.

Starting at 9:00 yesterday morning, I’d been in the bathroom every hour, on the hour, for a number of different reasons.  It was, in a word, unfortunate.  I was so sick that I literally did nothing all day long but go to the bathroom.  I watched 1 movie, only towards the end of the day when I started feeling better. I read no books, I flipped through no magazines.  I only wallowed in the misery of the ROTAVIRUS for an entire day.

So at 1:30 when I had to go to the bathroom again, it was status quo. I was feeling depressed, but I got up and went. 

And it was gas.

The absolute best gas, the most wonderful gas that has ever been present on the face of the Earth. GAS!

I practically skipped back to the bed, grabbed Zack by his shoulders and proudly exclaimed, “ZACK. IT IS OVER.”

Unfortunately, he slept through the whole thing.  I was left to celebrate my gas (or, from my perspective, the end of the Roto) all alone.