It's the time of year where the only socially acceptable reply to any statement regarding a person's ill health is, "It's going around."

You're covered in hot pink spots, and, spouting decaf coffee from the backs of your knees?

"It's going around".

Only able to speak in geometry proof statements, and, grew a third nostril?

"It's going around."

As you are probably more than aware, Busy Girl and Busy Boy have both been sick, and, I've got it, too.

These symptoms are much less interesting, mostly a severe sore throat that's not strep, headache, painful to cough up neon green gunk.

You don't really feel all that bad except for the throat thing, and, that's the first thing people say when describing whatever virus this is.

So far, this morning, in addition to both my older kids: the guy who fixed my flat tire, the guy in the market, both preschool teachers, the food delivery guy at preschool (what you don't chat with the delivery people at school?), and, the lady next to me on the shuttle all reported the same thing (you know it when you talk about the throat part, maybe you had to be there).

Maybe it's officially "going around".