I'm almost totally back among the living, and I've come to find out that numerous other people who were at this same event I was at on Thursday were also hit hard by a stomach virus over the week-end. Some of them actually wound up going to the hospital Saturday night.
I know a lot of the other people that were there, and they seem to have all got hit, too. So it probably wasn't my spaghetti sauce after all. That room was jam-packed, standing-room-only, and we were all right up against one another. Apparently it swept through the room.
However Murphy wasn't at that meeting, so why'd he get sick? Can dogs catch viruses from us?
Anyway, I'm thinking that I should call up that married gal and she if she got it...you never know, but she might have given it to her husband and if he got sick enough, the new widow might need some consoling right about now.
Never let it be said that I'm not a thoughtful and caring guy.
I'm still pretty much swearing off spaghetti sauce from a jar, though. Just in case.