And by ‘fun’ I mean ‘a day-long exercise in lying in bed with the covers over my head.’ I have woken up enough to actually, wow, eat some solid food for the first time in two days; with any luck I’ll even successfully digest it. At least, here’s hoping.
Things should be back to normal tomorrow. Although I’d almost prefer that they’re not, because of the SotU. Then again, I’ve been waiting for Obama’s last SotU for a very, very long time…
…it ripped through my kids this weekend, and this afternoon it ripped through me, too. Probably my wife will be next. Wash your hands extra-special for the next week or so, folks…
Not literal plague, but my kids’ babysitter told me tonight that what my house has is something that’s been going around and around and around the schools (she’s a teacher in the daytime). And that perhaps we should get comfortable with having said plague around, because it takes its own sweet time in leaving. I can attest to this.
Sorry, folks, but I just keep napping a lot. I’m getting ready to do that again, in fact.
…as inevitable as the sunrise, as implacable as the tides; now my wife’s the one who is sick, and spending the entire day in bed. On the bright side, once we’re all over this we’ll all be laughing at ordinary bugs for a while. …What’s that? ‘Illness doesn’t work that way?’ Well, that’s how I’m defining reality right now, and I am sticking with it. Positive thinking! POSITIVE THINKING.
