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Hangin’ in there

Unlike poor old Ioseph Beaver here, we’re still hanging on. In fact, I’m feeling much recovered — except I keep dropping off to sleep and waking up hours later. I always thought sleepy sickness would suit me to a T.

Picture is from September 2016, the last time we shared a flu. That one was much worse and wiped out Uncle B’s birthday.

p.s. Yes, I’ll take Erica Garner. Unkawill wins the Dead Pool. I hope I remember to queue up the new one in time!


Comment from thefritz
Time: January 10, 2018, 10:07 pm

p.s. Yes, I’ll take Erica Garner. Unkawill wins the Dead Pool. I hope I remember to queue up the new one in time!


Comment from Niña
Time: January 10, 2018, 10:42 pm

Yay for Unka!

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: January 10, 2018, 11:59 pm

Sounds like you two have the sweating sickness.

Comment from Armybrat
Time: January 11, 2018, 2:51 am

I’ve had true influenza twice in my life. First time was my second year of college. I thought I was gonna die…so did my doc. I ended up on a vent. I missed most of that semester. My second go around was just a few years ago. It wasn’t near as bad as my first time but bad enough that I can say I’m all good with the “flu experience.” Get better soon.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: January 11, 2018, 12:44 pm

I understand your feelings about sleep. I remember nights of satisfying sleep the way other people remember fine dining experiences.

Comment from Anonymous
Time: January 11, 2018, 6:54 pm

The Spousal Unit and I are going into our 5th week of this flu shite. Every time I sit down I nod off, and we’ve been in bed before dark for weeks.

Comment from Steve Skubinna
Time: January 12, 2018, 4:38 am

The tombstone reminds me of the W.C. Fields film (don’t remember which one) where somebody says to Fields’ character “I hear you buried your wife.”

He responds “Yes, had to. She was dead.”

Comment from unkawill
Time: January 15, 2018, 6:06 am

Carls gambit worked! Thank you Nina. Just sold my house Swease, so it will be a bit till I have a mailing address for you to send me my prize.

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