Fever in the Morning, Fever All Through the Night

Sorry, once again my humble abode has been stricken with a bout of illness not unlike those forecast for the End of Days. After having finally kicked the juicy little bug that had been lingering in my chest cavity and spewing forth its noxious fury into my sinuses, I was feeling great on Saturday. And it's not just the college football talking.

As the weekend wore on, though, my poor daughter began to become more and more and more pink in the cheeks, which is a sure sign of the onset of a fever. At first, we thought it was just because she refused to take her pink Notre Dame jersey off (seriously, she wore it for three days straight...I was beginning to have visions of that kid in Wisconsin who refused to take off his Favre jersey for the first thirteen years of his life or whatever). Finally, on Sunday, we had to face facts and realize that she was ill. Her sickness has lasted into today. Yesterday, I spent the day at home with her, which is why I was noticeably absent round these here parts.

Then, yesterday afternoon, after I walked up to the bus stop to get the little boy, he complained about how cold it was on the bus. And then he complained about a headache. And then he had a fever that was hot enough to melt lead, which correlates to about 100.7 degrees Fahrenheit, if you're playing along at home. That also meant that he's home from school now.

We had been holding out hope that they'd both hold off for about a week before contracting the current flu plague that is riding rampant through the school systems down here, but alas, it was not to be. They're both down, and with only a week to go in the current term. There's hopes that they could be back by the end of the week, though. I'd cross my fingers, but that would make it difficult to type.

However, I'm feeling as fine as frog hair, which is a change of pace after the past couple of weeks have seen me afflicted with and succumbing to the Ick. As I understand it, we aren't the only ones currently trying to stave off the pale rider and the waves of disease he leaves in his wake. Having gone through it, I can tell you, you don't want it. Good luck avoiding the cold, virulent touch of Disease.

And, as for college football...all I'll say is this: if I ever hear another pompous, cocksucking, arrogant, shit-for-brains Ohio State douchebag say anything about Notre Dame playing Navy, I'm going to punch them in the throat.

Oh, and one other thing: I'll have your Latin college football teams on Friday. I'm having way too much fun translating them.