The Plague

One of the priests seems to have contracted a fairly significant illness in the last few days and has not managed to keep any of the little food he has consumed inside him for very long. The care he has been receiving from his confreres has reminded all of us why men need women around.

When he first fell ill, the pastor told the cook obliviously, "Father is sick and has been vomiting all night, so I went to the store and got him some yogurt and chocolate milk." He was standing there eating a yogurt as he told her this. The cook said, "No, no, no! That's not good!" He kept eating his yogurt and looking at her quizzically, "No? Not good?" Finally the cook convinced them to get Father to surrender the dairy products, though all told, that hasn't really helped his condition too much.

Later the cook relayed a conversation with her daughter about this seemingly preposterous act of giving dairy to a vomiting man. The daughter's response: "Mom, you don't have to worry about killing them... they are doing a very good job of it themselves!"

In the meantime the rest of us are washing our hands frequently and hoping Father doesn't have Norwalk, or worse.