Flu

Down and out for a day with the Polar Express influenza. It swept through me like the cold front that took the temperature from the forties down to near zero for a day and a half, with snow. Or to use the Ted Hughes metaphor, it, not love, "struck into his [my] life, like a hawk into a dovecote." It has all but disappeared today, along with all symptoms of the flu, with temperatures now in the fifties. Amazing. I have about a day and a half to do my Christmas effort this year. Pathetic. I am just hoping that Sally doesn't catch the bug, the longer she does not show symptoms the better, or the worse, should she come down with this, say, on Christmas eve. Why is it that these things happen so often on special occasions? All I want for Chrismukkah is a dose of flu. Joy to the World, and wonders of His love... As an endnote, this sneaky little flu did not leave as quickly as it came. It kind of hung around, making me feel crappy for a week. And then Sally caught it New Year's eve, and nearly two weeks later, she still felt lousy.