The Head-Wound of Horror and the Fountain of Doom

After much thought after the fact I have come to the conclusion that last week I did indeed have swine flu.  Last week I was too damn sick to care, though.
If you think you’re coming down with it, this site might be useful but you might see it in a more favorable light after you [...]

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My Own Porch.

Rarely does a sick dog go lie under the neighbor’s porch.
There’s a reason for that.
Being sick away from home is about as attractive as stripping buck-naked, dousing one’s self in cold turpentine, and crawling through red-hot broken glass.
We spent the first half of vacation with Cruel Wife’s family – her parents, Sister1 and her family, [...]

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