Last week the great flu swallowed me whole. I sat in her belly for 4 days dreaming of warm deserted beaches and strong legs to stand on. My savior was a sympathetic boy's kindly generosity and the simple distraction that only comes from 200 channels of television programming that you and pause and rewind at will. A gallon of Apple juice and a box of Pop Tarts later I am back at work staring down three large piles heckling me from the corner of my desk. The piles remain as I continue to work at my now bitten down nails that grew when I was distant with fever.
It's snowing. The newsman would have us believe the end is near...the snow! the snow!
Brave well under grey skies and in white messes.
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