February 11, 2018
The Web Log Takes a Sick Day
The web log is taking a sick day. I’ll spare you the details of the atrocities this virus has committed in my bowels. And the subsequent unspeakable horrors committed in my toilet bowl. “Unspeakable” may be hyperbole and thus not a literal prohibition or impossibility. But I’m going to honor the word in those latter senses anyway. You are welcome.
You’d think with a few days out of the office I’d be able to get some writing done. You’d be wrong. This is the most I’ve been able to concentrate since Wednesday afternoon. I’m on the mend. The headache is gone. The bowels are growing quiescent. The lethargy, however, remains. Though it is lessening. Enough for me to write this though the simple effort of thinking and typing is tiring.
Enough. I’ll be back next week with more of my regularly scheduled inanity. No virus can long contain me, no pathogen long cage me, no infirmity long dissuade me. I’m in my prime.