Alive
Indeed, I think I am, but not so much that I’m ready to bet the farm on it.
For those who don’t know, I’m just back from a trip to Las Vegas. And by “just back,” I mean that I got home 24 hours ago. The balance of the time has been spent in a coughing, sneezing, shivering fit that I assume can only be rivaled by the pre-death throes of someone afflicted with some government-sponsored monkey disease.
I’ve just recently found the strength to crawl out of bed. It’s been more than 24 hours since I’ve eaten. During that time, I’ve sipped two glasses of water. Funny thing, I spent four straight days with my brother, a freakin’ doctor, and I get this sick within 12 hours of sending him on his way.
Hopefully I’ll have more to offer later. For now, yes, I’m alive. I have a monkey-disease, but I’m alive.
Don’t you just love the cold and flu season? Feel better soon.
It was great seeing you this weekend, and while it wasn’t as much as I would have liked, it was clearly long enough for the two of us to be exposed to the same germs. I blame Waffles. Here’s hoping we’re both feeling much better soon.