Poor h. I think he got food poisoning, he went to a local casino last night and played poker (won around $150) but woke up around 5:30 this morning sick as a dog. He ate a club sandwich while playing cards and thought the bacon tasted kinda funny but ate it anyway, apparently there was something wrong with it. He finally was able to go back to sleep about 30 minutes ago. (I may lose patience very quickly with his made-up ailments, but I am a very patient, loving nursemaid when it's something real. I'm glad today's a holiday so I'm not working and am here to take care of him.)