It's a little early in the year for germ warfare, isn't it?

Flu's going around.  I'm here but for the grace of God and starlight mints.  I've managed to keep meds and a string cheese down, but the wonton soup I normally love tastes like liquid salt.  Even my water tastes wrong.  I yelled at my kids.  I didn't mean to, it just came out.  I was ( Read more... )

I'm a prisoner in my own house. My warden is some strange combination of the "MOV crud" and a sinus infection. Unfortunately, this warden isn't as cool or musically gifted as Matron Momma Morton from Chicago. Because of immune-deficient people in the house, I sit sequestered in my room, kept company by Sago, the little black gerbil, and random ( Read more... )