like a fire

I hate being sick. Of the things that we suffer in this fallen world, being sick is the thing I hate most. That and other drivers. So instead of being my carefree, happy-go-lucky self, I’m stuck doing lines of sudafed and advil (take as directed, mainlining these will not cause them to work any better).

On the bright side, we finally got a car to replace the one I totalled five weeks ago. We are now the proud owners of a minivan. I actually like it. Either I’m sicker than I thought, or I’m just getting comfortable with names like Graybeard.