With a capital "S." And so is his sister, Sally, although she seems to be faring better than Bun.
His lethargy is alarming, given the fact that his nickname around these parts is "The Viking" or "Thor." That should give you an idea of his usual levels of volume and destruction.
I'm fairly sure it's just a nasty stomach bug, but still . . . he's pitiful, my friends. Only two things can comfort him: being held every. single. second he is awake and his favorite blue blankie (the unfortunately named Su*cky Blanket - disguised to help thwart unscrupulous search engines)
I won't go into the unpleasant unpleasantries, but suffice it to say that the washing machine is getting a good workout. And so is the carpet cleaner.
As Rob left for work this morning, he gave me a kiss and said, "Remember: Corporal Works of Mercy, baby."