Who flang that brick?

Is about how I felt today after finally recovering from a virus that hit hard and fast yesterday morning.

One minute I'm moving my cleaning gear from one bathroom to another, getting ready to scrub & wipe down everything. The next I'm sitting in the recliner feeling like Death warmed over. Phooey.

I even had to wake the wife up, which seriously shorted her on sleep, because I knew getting our two older kids home from school would have been sheer agony. That isn't too bad in itself but during the past few years I've discovered that being a silent suffering saint isn't in my future. When I feel like crap everyone gets to know it as I spread misery throughout the land. So getting the kids was out, they don't need to have "Daddy" snarling and snapping for no real reason.

I slept most of the time since then. Now I'm feeling better, not 100% up to speed but much better than yesterday.

Years ago I'd have bounced back from a bug like this by going into maximum overdrive to catch up on all the work I'd sloughed off. But now I'll have to coast on into my normal routine over a day or so, otherwise I'll be flat on my back again. Getting older sucks on toast. But it still beats the alternative.

Okay, time to end the pity party. Break's over, everybody back on your head!