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.  ;-)