Hello to all,

I missed last week’s blog due to the flu bug infecting our home. It began Tuesday morning with a scratch in the back of my throat that a sip of tea cured. As the afternoon progressed, it took more and more liquid to stop the burning. My nose began to run as I cleaned the kitchen while maintaining my denial of anything wrong. The night’s sleep was not peaceful nor refreshing, for I woke barely able to breathe from the clogged nasal passages and a throat on fire. Then I tried to move while every joint in my body felt wrapped tight by an ace bandage.

It was then that I realized this was not just an ordinary summer cold, but a full-on onslaught of a flu bug hitting our home. Tammy made us tea, and mine went cold because my stomach couldn’t hold even a simple elixir of the morning brew. I went back to bed. This meant kicking our self-proclaimed queen of the house out of my bed so that I could sleep. As I dozed off to avoid the anguish of the flu bug, a whimper filtered through the door of Ginger complaining that I was in her spot. She slept in the bed from morning till evening, which was her rule for us peasants.

Tammy was worried who was going to cook that night, and our daughter stepped up and made cottage pie for dinner. Tammy offered to make me a plate, but hunger took a backseat to the flu bug symptoms. She tried to make me eat, but there was no appetite when I felt that bad. It was Sunday before a couple of pieces of toast filled my nourishment needs for the day.

Recovery came slowly as a dread of sleepiness lingered over me for the better part of a week. Ginger disapproved of my sleeping twenty hours a day. She took objection to my doing her job of sleeping the day away. At least, I didn’t bark at delivery trucks, strange cars, and neighbors walking out of their house.

Our daily routine is slowly returning to normal as our home recovers from the flu bug. I did share the flu bug with my wife and daughter. As my daughter was fond of saying, coming home from the germ factory, they called elementary school, “Sharing is Caring!”


Grace to all,
Danny Mac