sick, and snakes from ireland

Stay at home dad day.  I'm under the weather.  It feels like a stomach virus to me, though its through the head and throat as well.  I can only assume that Tilda has it as well.  She seems maybe not herself, though it may be my warped sick-head perspective.  I had hoped to make irish soda bread today but, alas, I have no buttermilk.  I've not yet ventured out on my own with Tilda, such as to the store, and I don't feel that today is the day to begin.  But, I had dreaded this since she was born.  Eventually, I, or my wife, or we, would be sick and Tilda would eventually be exposed to sick.  Hopefully, the green will drive it out tomorrow just like the snakes from Ireland.