Tomb (of the flu.)

The fog kept on rolling in as the unseasonably warm weather make quick work of the previous snowfall. I watched out of my window, finding the grey outside comforting, as i gulped down my third cup of dark, black coffee.

My next move would be to make food for next week and to watch another kid friendly movie.

I have to remember that i cannot over salty meals, as my sense of taste is virtually nil. 

This is my third day imprisoned by this nasty flu/cold/pink eye that had cut a swathe through the 10 Clark since before the new year.

This affliction snuck under our door and has crept through our hall like a forgotten specter.

And it's icy chill has my immune system in it's grips.

Maybe i was looking out of the window to see the friends that were coming in from Ontario and Fall River?  Would they put their health at risk to see myself and the family?  

No, they have been warned and one said he'd rather have AIDS than pink eye. 

So let the rain wash away the rest of this runny nose and introverted lethargy.  At least i still have my family and a warm home to which my sickness may dwell.

And i've had too much coffee.