Still sick, so no running, so no posting. Last night was miserable. I couldn't sleep because I couldn't breathe, yet I was exhausted from the gallons of Nyquil and Theraflu I'd quaffed over the course of the evening. Once I fell asleep, near 2 AM, I managed to only sleep fitfully. I awoke several times, and somehow my daughter and I exchanged places -- I on her princess bed; she on my pox-laden pillows next to my dear wife.
Today, Wifey has been the good Samaritan, babysitting for some friends needing support while a loved one is in the hospital. Meanwhile, my poor little one has had to try to entertain herself while various fluids try to escape me at high velocities. Bad news: my diet is in shambles... I eat whatever I see whenever I am hungry. Good news: I've only gained a pound.
Someday I will run again. [Wash your hands after reading this or you might catch it too.]
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