Sick Day

I have a cold.  I don't think it's the flu because my temperature has stayed under 102, but it's a nasty chest cold that came on in the space of a couple of hours Saturday night.  In a move that is so uncharacteristic of me that simply stating two words brings a look of concern to my wife, I put on a long sleeve Tee shirt and told her, "I'm cold".  I've spent my day under a blanket. 

Walking to the bathroom is a test of physical endurance that, last week, would have been equivalent to hiking to Siberia over the Bering Strait.  From Florida.  The weakness works its way into all of life.  For example, I find that I don't have the strength to brush my teeth.  I'll get through a half of the two minute electric toothbrush cycle, then just sit down for an hour or two to rest up.  The kids are long out of the house, but it's the kind of cold where if the kids were playing with the acetylene torch in the coat closet, I wouldn't care enough to stop them.  A serious problem we have here in Florida is that our air is very dense.  We just have lots of molecules in the house, and if I pay attention, I can feel each and every one of them hitting me. 

So, in the mean time, as so may of our friends say, visit those cool blogs in the right side bar.  And I'll be functional again as soon the molecules stop beating me up.  And thank Dave Barry for this 1986 humor column that was my inspiration.