Posting Directly From the River… (of snot)

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That huge pile of wadded up Kleenex on the couch? That’s me, or least that’s me under it, trying to rouse myself enough to take care of the long, long list of responsibilities and deadlines that accumulated while I provided temporary housing for several bazillion flu bugs.

The flu isn’t exactly fun, but when you’re face down in front of the TV looking for the one show that won’t make you feel even more nauseous (no, I didn’t find it), it’s even worse.

That’s because you know — even in your delirium — you’ be fishing right now if you were healthy.

That’s a hell of a burden to pile onto an already fevered mind, and I suppose that’s why fishermen are notoriously bad patients (”Whaddya mean heart transplant?! The Green Drakes are coming off this weekend“).

Not that anyone’s counting, but that’s four illnesses for me since early fall, and frankly, if I didn’ t know me better, I’d have guessed I was a 475 pounder who smoked Twinkies and thought a slaw dog was a nice appetizer.

Fortunately, that’s not the case — the L&T typically runs a pretty tight ship in the healthy foods department — but it’s the Internet, where the rumors fly. Gotta put ‘em to rest.

Back soon with more fevered writings. I got a million of ‘em.

See you on the Kleenex aisle, Tom Chandler.

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