You can imagine how I felt when I woke up this morning to find an incredibly ugly and cantankerous flu bug looking down at me. I assessed the situation instantly: escape would be difficult, requiring Jack Bauerish powers of improvisation, but maybe, just maybe, possible.
The flu bug, which looked more like a deformed Veggie Tales character with a massively swollen and misshapen body, cast a triumphant glance toward Lindsay. My heart sank. It was too late to save my wife from this creature, but perhaps I could save myself..?
I ran from the room, evading the flu bug with my superior foot speed. But for how long? Only time will tell.
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ReplyDeleteI feel like I have a cold in my brain. Not in my head, except insofar as my head contains my brain. I'm not physically stuffed up, but my brain feels like it's congested in a couple layers of cotton batting. I don't have a headache but my thoughts hurt.
Stolen from Brandywine Books' Lars Walker. This is what you might call "a not-good sign."
We've been fighting and losing ALL winter. Hope you all feel better soon!
ReplyDeleteI hope its not one of those 24hour bugs. J.B. would tell you to interrogate a bad guy and maybe torture him. It'll make you feel better and help you find out who's behind this flu thing.
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