While Lindsay is busy tryin' to keep his "oothoose" from bein' blown into the Atlantic, the silence from this end is down to a severe case of the flue. Bones, head 'n muscle achin', hot 'n cold fever, a tsunami of snot. In short: the works. I occasionally crawl out of bed to press my head against the outside window or try to wrap myself around a radiator in an attempt to re-balance my temperatures, but that brings only temporary relief. No amount of chickensoup or medication has done me much good so far, besides losing about six pounds in three days. I check the computer every now 'n then to see if life out there goes on without me, and apparently it does.
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