As soon as I left town my wife and my two healthy kids got sick – very sick – unable to hold down water.

Yesterday, in the middle of the afternoon at a festival in Michigan I started feeling bad too.  Thing is I sometimes feel bad because of something I ate, or from fatigue or stress.  I told myself it was one of those three things that was to blame.

After my second performance of the day, around 11PM, we drove just over an hour to our hotel.  I fought the urge to be sick in the car, thinking that if I could just go to sleep I’d be fine.

I stepped out of the car at the hotel and immediately tossed my lunch (I skipped dinner).  Seven times actually – in about 90 seconds.  Quite impressive, actually.

Now the dilemma is do I fly home this morning?  Most of our neighbors and all of my kids have now had this virus and it lasts about twenty-four hours.  That means a have a few more to go.  The worst place to be sick is on a plane – not just because the motion contributes to nausea and there’s no discreet way to yack but also because it’s inconsiderate at best to knowingly infect a plane full of people with your germ infested air.

I feel fine right now, but I’m empty – no dinner last night, no breakfast this morning.  Nothing.  But what happens if I get a drink of water?  I’m about to find out.  If it stays down I’ll fly home.  If it doesn’t I”m spending the day at a Comfort Inn and flying home tonight.

Let the test begin.