Go buy stock in Kimberly Clarke!

What's grosser than gross? Try this on for size: I've just been mucking around in a pool of my own snot for the last 10 days. I don't mean I have a cold either - I mean I have the mother of ALL upper resperatory infections. I have blown through TWO family sized boxes of Kleenex® and about 5 lbs of tea. The folks at work have nicknamed me "Sarsette" and I have earned the rare and much covetted prize of being permitted to access our computer network from home -- you know, so I can work between naps and coughing fits. You don't get to take consecutive sick days unless you are certifiably on your way out, if you know what I mean.

I have no social life left to speak of, mostly because I haven't had a speaking voice that lasts for more than 20 seconds at any given time, and even when I have been able to speak, I haven't been able to listen, as my ears have been filled up to the brim, with the rich taste of snot.

But things are looking up! The antibiotics seem to be thinning the muck, and the fever runs between 99 and normal. As a result, I was able to chat a bit on line yesterday and then make some real phone calls. JOY! Now I have nearly two weeks'worth of of blogs to read, and I'll probably have the opportunity to do that this weekend between power naps.

The ironic thing is, I got sick the evening of the day I had my full physical. Shouldn't the doctor have been able to see that coming? Looking at the blood test, the ol' while blood cell is a bit on the high side, but Frau Doktor couldn't have known that at the time.

Anyhow, I see a few of you regulars have been ringing the doorbell. Thanks for not bitching when there is nobody at home.

PS: The garbage strike is OVER! It has been for about 4 days now. The Ratones have left the building.