SOOOOOOOO gross...

I woke up twenty minutes ago to a handful of cold puke. *gag* Ellie, who'd had a gurgly stomach right about the time we went to bed a few hours earlier, had emptied whatever was left in that stomach onto the upper right corner of the bedspread.

With the light on now and looking for something with which to wipe my hand, a new odor hit me. Cleverly tucked away in a remote corner was a revolting blob of poo. *GAG* I'm going to very proud of myself if there isn't a 5" wide brown stain by the armoire in the morning.

I'm hoping that by the time I finish writing this, the stench from the now-removed bodily expulsions will have lessened somewhat in the bedroom, since I'm by no means excited to begin my day yet. Unfortunately, it's only 33 degrees out - pretty nippy to need to let in the breeze.

Ellie seems to feel alright, and is just as active as normal, although she looked plenty ashamed when she realized I'd discovered the stinking pile she'd left. She's not in trouble - she clearly was ill - but I'm wondering what she got into or what got into her that led up to such a wonderful Daylight Savings Time surprise for yours truly... *RETCH*

Time to see how the chamber of horrors is doing. Wish me luck.