Can I just tell you, I hate being sick. I don’t have the energy to yell about it or anything, but if I did, whoo, what a fit I would pitch.

I started feeling “weird” last Wednesday around the time I showed up at church. My voice was kind of froggy. By Thursday at lunch, I was officially “ooky” and went home early from work. Friday, I fought through the violent, phlegm-filled coughs and actually got some work done, but as soon as I got home, my wife grounded me to the couch for the weekend.

I like TV, but I hate commercials. I also get really grumpy when 100 out of our 120 channels are airing something about terrorism and/or the 9/11 attacks. (The other 20 were either trying to sell me exercise equipment or teaching me the best way to cook squid.*) We still don’t have anything that resembles a TiVo, despite my best efforts, so the weekend was pretty miserable. I watched two movies (Bewitched: 4 grins, Brothers Grimm: 3 grins) and about five episodes of Star Trek TNG. I slept a lot during the day but not much at night.

Now it’s Monday and I’m back at work, still all snotty and coughing, but alive in spite of it all. The show must go on, and in my case, “the show” is a web site that needs to be done by one-October whether I feel like it or not. Three weeks to go. *sigh*

* These statements are false generalizations, but when I’m sick, I can not be held responsible for the truthiness of my writations.