O FRAIL AND MUTINOUS IMMUNE SYSTEM

Microbes have attacked and rendered my entire body a shrine to the concept of achiness. It basically hurts to move. Which is not good because I need to take Whistler for a w-a-l-k* and I think he might end up having to drag me home on a sled. I should buy a sled.

Standard anti-cold herbals and chicken soups are being deployed, so hopefully this will be a dim memory by the time Sunday or even Saturday rolls around. I was actually feeling better at like 5:00 this morning, and then WHAM -- this.

What in the chicken is that all about.

* He can understand the word "walk" so I either spell it out or tell Laurel/Jim/David that I'm taking him for a "perambulation." I know he's not reading this blog, but JUST IN CASE.