After a full week, my kids have finally emerged from their swine caves and have re-entered society, going back to school today.

My germaphobic wife’s biggest fear in the world (aside from a potential delay in the production of the latest Twilight series movie – New Moon) was getting swine flu. She made this startling comment while shivering on the couch last week.

"I better have the swine flu."

To think that this was just a precursor to something worse was unimaginable.

Unfortunately, we had to skip this year’s JDRF Walk to Cure Diabetes. That was a bummer. We had a pretty big team lined up and it looks like we raised a good amount of money for JDRF. When Charlie found out that we weren’t walking, he ran off, upset, burying himself under the couch cushions. He loves the walk. He is the Charlie in Charlie’s Angels and he digs that. I think he still sort of sees the Walk to Cure Diabetes in literal terms. You walk and then you get cured. A worthy prize for 3.1 miles traveled mostly on someone’s shoulders or in a jogging stroller.

We never did get our shirts printed, but they would have been really cool. Uncle Quesadilla did a great illustration of a heavy metal dude. Using the same font from the game Guitar Hero, it was going to say, "Our Hero." Below that, would be "Tour for the Cure."

We told Charlie that we would try to have an informal friends and family walk in the coming weeks at a local park. If that doesn’t pan out, maybe I’ll just tell Charlie to put on last year's team T-shirt and walk up and down the stairs repeatedly for diabetes. Or better yet, Drag the Garbage Cans and Recycling Down to the Curb for Diabetes.

If only I could promise a cure to follow.