Monday, December 7, 2015
Did anyone get the number of that truck that hit me?
My Mother used to say that. Generally when getting up with a raging hangover. I thought that was funny.
Now, I get it.
No, I am not hungover. It started with a sore throat, then added some ear aches and body aches. Day two was Saturday: like a kid with a new toy, I took the quadcopter out to fly it. You know I felt lousy because we didn't even walk down to the end of the block to watch the lighted boat parade... and it was a beautiful evening.
Then, yesterday, it seemed to develop into a full-blown cold or flu. Yep, feels like I got hit by a truck. Mom had a way with words.
Joan came down with it a couple hours after I did, but it seems like she has a lighter case of it. Or, it could be I'm a "big baby." I've heard that most guys are when they get sick. I think I just need her to sing "Soft Kitty" for me. ;-)