Plague edition, 2006

Amy and Sahara are being awfully quiet, which makes me think they're either out powershopping for the homecoming, or Sahara has stomped all Amy's typing fingers on the basketball court.

Yesterday I got slammed with a respiratory flu that hit so hard and fast, it actually scared me. I had a doctor's appointment anyway, so I made it a double. My chest is wheezing in chords. It sounds like beavers singing. But I can't quite place the tune.

Anyway, go wash your hands with soap and hot water. No sense in catching the flu blog.