“One puke-free day, that’s all I ask,” I told my wife jokingly about 5 in the evening yesterday. That’s about the time this flu has brung my upper respiratory system to the edge and beyond of throwing up for the previous five days. I fought it all evening, then at 12:17 am, while laying in bed, my wife turned to me and said, “Congratulations, honey; you made it.” I haven’t puked since, although I’ve had the urge, even as I write this.

This flu sucks. Ask anyone who has had it, which is nearly everyone I know. Lenie was up last night between 1 and 3 am with a coughing jag, although she denies she has the flu, but “only a cold.” I’m hopefully getting over it. I’ve got a lot of work to do, especially promoting the upcoming special issue. I’ll play golf tomorrow. That will cure me.