And On Day #5 He Sleeps Until 3:30 in the Afternoon, Only To Awake and Enjoy His Soup and Grilled Cheese Bowl

When I was a kid, I remember ordering The Sick of Being Sick book from scholastic and reading it on days when I was, to put it bluntly, #@$@#$ tired of being under the weather. It was silly reading to entertain a body that didn't want to sit idol any longer.

I am there again. I'm entering the 6th day of this thing that has overtaking my mind, chest, nostrils, eats, eyes and bowels since Saturday. My relationship with ginger ale has skyrocketed my diaphragm is simply sore from sneezing and coughing.

Yes, I slept. In fact, if I didn't need to meet a deadline I could slept right into this morning.

I have to celebrate, however, that when I awoke craving a grilled cheese and soup, I remembered that my mother bought me special bowls for such an occasion where the duo-meal could be located into one apparatus. It worked perfectly.

It is now Thursday. I rescheduled all my Wednesday meetings for this afternoon, and we shall see how much rest, medication, and fluids will help. I've read online about this cold, this flu-strand, this monster of a distraction and all cases say it hangs on for almost ten days. Does this mean I only have 4 more days left? I certainly hope so, because I'm not on my game. I will admit, though, that I took Glamis for a long, albeit slow, walk. She needed to get outdoors, and although she spends most of her days asleep, she's not used to having me under a blanket and pillows beside her. I think she is growing perturbed by my presence.

Hear's to Vic's once again.