Woke up in the pile of sweaty bedding. You know the pile. The tail end of the flu pile.
Once you get out of the clammy pile there’s no getting back in. You have no choice but to wash the bedding. But you’re so weak and dehydrated, you wish the bedding leprechauns were real.
Well, I assure you, they are not real.
Not much of a post. But if too many days go by, before I know it a year will pass………….