My regularly scheduled column will not be seen today because I'm sick, stricken down by a mutant devil cold that I had managed to avoid for weeks. But now I'm experiencing the joys of a body full of mucous, a hacking cough, chest pains (because of the cough, I assume), and that wonderful feeling you get at 3am when your throat is clogging with bodily fluids and you're unable to swallow until you hack and spit for a while.
Yeah, it's a blast.
It wouldn't be so bad, but my kids are sick, or just getting over being sick, so they aren't sleeping much. Which means that my wife and I aren't sleeping at all. Or close to that, anyway.
And then, last night, when the youngest got to bed again at 3am, I suddenly couldn't sleep. I don't know what the hell was going on, but I'm guessing that some bit of lizard brain had passed from exhaustion into "Screw it, I'll just stay awake" mode.
So I'm just going to sit here, stare off into space, and cough out lungfulls of germs. Probably best not to get too close.