January 25, 2004

The whole family is down with some nasty cold virus. I felt okay until yesterday afternoon, then it got very bad, very fast. I wanted to meet the Aforementioned Friend for dinner, because he didn't need to be alone in his freshly-emptied house. I had to tell him that I couldn't do it, that he didn't need to be laid up all snotty in bed on top of everything else he's going through right now. He was spending the day with his mother, a few miles from home. He seemed to be okay, all things considered.

Melissa, Matthew and I, on the other hand, feel like we're in containment level 3 of the CDC. Or maybe walk-on characters in "The Stand."

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