Squeamish readers, read no further! We’ve had the flu at our house this week. Not fun. Fortunately the boys were sick first, and I was sick while they were sleeping. Well, mostly. I was still sick in the morning when they woke up (feeling better), and even when I’d stopped I was completely exhausted. There are few realizations more ominous than that you have been sleeping solidly for the past three hours while your children…have not. I was relieved to find them still in the house, even if repairing their unusual mischief was messy and time-consuming. We recovered! And we’re feeling much better today, thank you.
Unfortunately, I seem to have lost my groove. I was on quite the roll before I got sick, but the two days spent in a vomit-filled, nauseated haze might as well have been ripped from reality. (One of my most vivid memories from that time is lying face down on the sofa, composing a riddle about vomit. “What rhymes with ‘comet,’ but looks like a stream…?”) I can’t quite remember what I was working on, what I meant next to do, what I was planning … I’ve been derailed and sidetracked through an excellent Anne McCaffrey novel that I finished today, and now I’m trying to see where to pick up. Aside from the living room floor, I mean. That one is obvious. There’s not really a point to this post, I suppose, other than to say hello! from the other side of a sickness-filled vortex of incoherence that knocked us flat. If my next project seems to come out of nowhere, – this is why.
Also, washing hands in soap and hot water is a basic but excellent way to prevent the spread of disease! Just a friendly PSA from an early victim of the flu. Flu Season! It’s here.
