"So, did you get a flu shot?" my neighbor asked me yesterday, after I told him that I'd been struck down, like bolt from Zeus, by the seasonal bug down here in Southern Arizona. "No," I responded, "I'm building my resistance right now."
This massive head cold/flu bug has laid me low. Today I hope to return to some general normalcy, and perhaps see the sun without wincing. At least I know now that this bug will not kill me. That which does not kill us makes us stronger.
I've lost a lot of strength and some weight. I hope that my wife Jessica does not get this flu. And I hope I do not have a sports hernia from coughing violently for three days.
But in a certain sense, all is well. This struck right after I turned in my final assignment of the semester; I didn't have much to do. Tomorrow I work at BJ's Restaurant; thankfully I'll be even healthier then. And Thursday Jess and I are driving to Colorado. After that, Grandma Schenck's Iowa, where I'll observe her inspect two new boyfriends of female cousins.
And God bless. Happy secular Christmas, folks. Solstice: the Reason for the Season. --adam