Flu day, III

This flu, she makes you woozy, she’s a floozy, a knock-you-down-and-keep-you-there doozy …

I would never ever exaggerate but this is the closest I’ve ever come to watching my DNA uncoil.

“I’d have to get better/Before I could die,” go the old country-blues lyrics.

You want to know how bad this flu is? Near-death is nothing; it’s so bad I missed the FTR.

Back to bed.

(Handy Algorithm courtesy of Shawn from SD)

Oh, and there’s this, sent by my friends on FTR, who really missed me:

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