My legs ache, my back hurts, my throat is sore, and my head is wobbly. The flu stinks. I caught it during a retreat that we went to this past weekend. I need to be better about washing my hands, although maybe someone with the flu got too close. That’s what CM is thinking.
So anyway, I’m rambling, but I just wanted to let you know what’s going on. More coherent posts to come.
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It’ll be ok
Little Peggy Ann McKay
It is almost Saturday.
*See the poem ‘Sick’ in A Light in the Attick by Shel Silverstein
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Light_in_the_Attic
UGGH!!! So sorry. Hang in there. But come on…a retreat during flu season? What did you expect?
matt – that brings back memories. i found the poem here
amy – yeah, i need to pay more attention to things like flu season. that’s what i get for being in my 30s.