This flu's hours are numbered. Not only have I taken the ingenious Geo.'s remedy to heart and have been wearing a magical blanket of my own on my head but I've eaten some very hot chili peppers and kielbasa. That'll show it who's boss.
And then the best thing for a sickness- good news. Out of nowhere, an old friend found me on fecebook. Not just any old friend, either, but the best friend I'd lost touch with several years ago. The best friend whose life was entwined with my own through marriages, disasters, celebrations. The best friend who'd been through as much as I have because she was there for nearly 30 years now. We have a few years to catch up on, and I've put aside all tomorrow afternoon for just that. Also, I tried to call Billy and he's outta the house. I hope and am pretty sure he's at a Superbowl Party. He's never missed it. Normalcy has become very dear indeed these days. I have a whole new appreciation for traditions.
So yes, Flu, you had best consider your ass kicked and leave before I get ugly about it. Life goes on, and there's no time for your crap. Now, git! Before I call on my little friends...
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