Waiting for the Other Three Horsemen

So, in summary: My son got sick, my wife got sick, my son got better, my wife stayed sick, my son got sick again, my wife started to get better, I got sick. I suppose it is good that at least one (me) of my little family was healthy during Christmas proper, but having to be at work now, while diseased, really bites. I can't really concentrate enough to be truly effective, and can't really rest enough to recuperate.

And to compound the problem, I forgot to bring some sort of soft tissue paper product to use to blow my nose. It's interesting the things you consider blowing your nose on when you're desperate. I've found that tape and mouse pads don't work so well, but if you crumple up a sheet of normal printer paper, uncrumple it, and then repeat the process 15-20 times, you can create something that you might actually be able to wipe your nose with. The inside of your shirt also works in a clinch. I suppose the outside would too, but clothing with visibile smears of dry and not-so-dry snot on it tends to dramatically alter one's social standing. Not that I would mind being left off the list of invitees for this year's Debutante Ball, but still. It's all I can do just to keep the people at work believing the glistening trails on my desk and phone are due entirely to a localized snail infestation.

Comments

[Linda]

It's a well known fact in my family that I am hard to please. Somehow, you have proved this wrong.

Interesting...