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Coming on top of my lethargy as regards posting on a daily basis, Your Humble Scribe, The Missus Herself, and The Nuke were all "gifted¹" with a lovely stomach bug. For myself and the wife, it was uncomfortable and kinda painful, but for The Nuke, she felt the first symptoms on a flight to London. For a series of meetings with our allies.
Her boss held off on flying until Monday, as he was sick, she was hit while airborne. Last I talked to her, she missed being in person at the meetings and spent most of her time in bed, at the hotel. When she wasn't visiting the W.C.
Yes, I spent a lot of time on the porcelain throne over the past cuppla. Ya know, pondering matters of state and the like.
Tuesday I began to regain some semblance of health.
But for a few days, this song was my theme song ...
But I'm getting better, all the time ...
Dear Lord, what would I do without music?
¹ Interestingly enough, at least to me, the word "Gift," auf Deutsch, means poison.
