In my house, I am the designated worrier - which is a little odd since I don't worry about that many things. Which I guess means a lot of things that should be worried about around here just don't get worried about. Maybe my mom takes care of the worrying, or my sister. I have no idea.
Per usual, Ed is reserving judgment on the swine flu. I'm wondering how I can stockpile supplies without Ed noticing, just in case we have to hunker down. Seems as if Connor is on my side on this one.