I’ve got a fever of 103º.
It’s true. As I type this my head is swelling, the pressure behind my eyes is intense and this morning the remnants of Thera-Flu made it’s way back out the hole I put it down.
Symptoms started Friday. So I came up with this mathematical formula to show the path:
PJ + Day Camp + Germs = Sick PJ
Sick PJ + Dad’s consoling = Sick Dad
Ugh. Timing couldn’t be worse. I’ve got a friend in town for the ACL Festival and I won’t be able to see him. Plus I’ll miss these acts I was planning to see:
Yo La Tengo
The National
Robert Earl Keen
Common
Bloc Party
Wilco
Bob Dylan
Instead I’ll be shivering in my sheets, pulling for the Bears. I’m in a weekly pick ‘em pool (no spread). Here are my choices. Last week I went 11-5. Feel free to ridicule them:
Jags
Steelers
Bengals
Packers
Panthers
Colts
Saints
Rams
Cowboys
Lions
Cardinals
Bears
Ravens
Broncos
Chargers
Eagles
Wishing you all the best of health…
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