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Tuesday, November 25, 2003

Now here's a how-de-do. The cruise is behind me and the holidays are ahead. What an inconvenient time to get sick.

I don't want to make too much of this (mostly because I don't want to make too much of this). It might be nothing more than sinus or other allergies. Something is clogging up my head and draining into my throat. That's pretty unpleasant, in case you haven't guessed.

Plus, it saps the energy. I'm trying to breathe and type at the same time, and one or the other is probably going to suffer. I should probably focus on breathing for now, at least until the knack comes back.

Yesterday was the first day of the onslaught. I had high hopes this morning when I woke up feeling a little better. It could have been the Nyquil, although that perfect remedy didn't let me sleep through the night as it usually does. It did ease some of the symptoms, but I was awake every hour. I couldn't move my body, but my head was awake. Again, not so very wonderful.

But by this afternoon I was every bit as miserable as I was yesterday. Apparently, whatever this is, it isn't a 24-hour bug. We're up to 36 and counting. With small children and pregnant women (well, really only one) in the family, I'm keeping my distance until I'm sure I don't have anything evil to pass on to them. This hurts me more than it does them, trust me.

3 November 2003

Clouds above my house.

Oddly enough, the Boss is sick, too. That didn't stop him from faxing me a five-page letter to type at 5:00 this afternoon. I guess if he can draft it, I can type it. It wouldn't look good for it to sit there in the fax try until I'm feeling up to the job. With the long weekend coming up, I should have a chance to catch up on my work, even if I can't do much of anything else. That's probably the best thing I can say about it at this point.

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