don’t stand too close
Ah, the pre-Christmas holiday illness. What an unwelcome tradition.
Yes, we’ve been sick just recently, although I have to admit that I’ve gotten off more easily than the wife has. I spent only about 36 hours feeling kind of crap, where she’s been much worse for a couple days longer. All of the coughing, headaches and soreness have led to… well, not much, as one might imagine.
All of this just in time for our pilgrimage to the homeland, the City That Never Wakes, yes, bountiful, doughnut-ful Buttford. It’s been a long time since I’ve been back, and with the annual in-law get-together being held there this year, it was not only mandatory to make an appearance, but also maybe kind of fun. See old faces, laugh at them, and so on.
So, I’m out of town for a week. Kleenex will be packed, pictures will be taken, and my tourism dollars will be welcomed at places like Admiral’s, whose greasy, dirty food is beyond compare. Long may it live. (Those who eat it certainly won’t. I’m OK with that.)