Thursday, January 29th, 2026
Woe is me, for I am sick. I’ve been trying to shake something for over a week, and doing a good job of it, too, but it’s finally got hold of me. I feel run-down. A slight cough. Headache. Stiff and achy joints. I’m a wee bit congested. Neon yellow mucus with the consistency of drying rubber cement. If I were to guess, I’d say I have a touch of the flu. The good news is that it’s very mild so far. And I have plenty of supplies. Soup. Soda. Tea. Canned peaches. Ginger candy. A giant box of Cheeze-Its. I’m all set.