Back From the Land of the Dead...

...Sort of.

My wife holds a job in an office building which can be called, to put it as nicely as possible, a 90 000 square foot petrie dish. My children go to a babysitter everyday where they interact with a bunch of smaller, cuter, more boogery petrie dishes, two of whom have paramedics for parents. I have a day job where I interact with the general public and take their money...which are paper petrie dishes.

This is not a good formula.

Now comes the clincher:
I, apparently, am the polar opposite of Typhoid Mary. I'm not the starting point for illness. I'm the end point. For (and I think I'm exaggerating only a little here) all of them.

I've been in no shape to sit at my computer and socialize with everyone. Frankly, I've been in no shape to sit up at all. The only thing I've been useful for this past week has been to finally discover exactly how many crumpled tissues can fit in a wire trash can. I'm sure you're all ecstatic to know that question has finally, finally, been answered. The paper outlining my findings in the great Tissues in a Trash Can experiment will publish in Scientific American sometime next...well...never.

Anyway, I'm starting to feel better. The verdict isn't in but my arms don't feel ready to pop out of their sockets at any given moment so I'm going to go ahead and stay positive.

Now I can get back to all the fun--the blogging, Kindleboards.com, Stumbling (the worth of which should never be underestimated).

And,of course, I can get back to writing. I've been too busy counting tissues to write and that's terrible! I've got three novels and about six short stories I want to get to and I've spent the past week lazing about doing nothing more important than trying to figure out how hard a person has to cough to eject a lung!

Happy days everyone! I don't think I'm going to die anymore!