Back .. weaker but still smiling

Thank you, to those who sent your well-wishes during our recent run-in with the virus known as the wish-you-were-dying flu.  Trust me, it has the swine and bird varieties beat all to pieces.  This stuff could kill a rhino. The front page of the local paper informed us two weeks ago, that they had opened an unused wing of our local hospital because it had reached epidemic proportions here in the area.

We are back among the land of the living, but I've got to admit it was touch and go there for a few days.  One day I was thinking I might die, and the next I was afraid I might not.  I was so miserable I didn't even want to be in same room with myself, and the LOC* was most definitely not volunteering for the privilege either.
(* Lovable Old coot)

He did, however, helpfully offer to open windows, turn on ceiling fans, and spray with room freshener every five minutes ... while looking decidedly green around the gills himself.

But we survived, although we have now bought stock in a major plastic garbage bag manufacturing company, and taken out a smaller interest in sterile gloves, and Clorox wipes (and all things Clorox, for that matter).  Just to be on the safer side (you are never really safe from this wretched ailment - and yes, I got my flu shot the first week they offered them) we bought an annuity invested primarily in Kaopectate with options on Imodium AD, and settled down with a little side mutual fund vested heavily in Lysol disinfectant.  I do believe we are now both domestically, medically and financially prepared to weather the next bout.  

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In the middle of all this, I did not open my email for several days and when I did there was a completely unexpected and fun little surprise awaiting me.  A national blog/talk/radio show had invited me to be interviewed on their program.  (Quite honestly, I had never heard of blog/talk/radio - what is that anyway?)  Well, I guess I will find out, because the producer said he "loved my style" and plans to interview me by phone next week.  He asked to do it this week, but I politely explained that I was indisposed.

Anyone who doesn't think God has a since of humor just needs to spend a little time around the old scatter - otherwise known as the Young ranch. You will either go out of here laughing uncontrollably or running for your life.  Maybe both.

Me, I'm just going to bed  ...  in my weakened condition, I cannot afford to get too excited about anything.  :)

Until next time ... your weaker but still smiling friend ... Marsha