Flew

So, how are you doing today?

I think I have the flew.

Flew? Don't you mean 'flu?'

I might have that, too. But I call it 'flew' because that's what time does when you're sick. I had to down a cocktail of Robitussin with a Thera-Flu chaser just to make it into the shower. And while driving to work, despite fellow drivers exercising their normal erratic automotive-piloting skills, my mediciney head gave me an "Up With People" vibe and I just wanted to stop and hug everyone.

Freak! Isn't there some sort of rule that says when a blogger talks about having some sort of virus that the blog is over and done with? Finito? Close curtain? Won't the Blog Police shut you down? You know, that "cheese sandwich" post a few weeks back can only work against you. If I were you, I'd hire a good lawyer.

You are me. And you know my blog isn't nearly as good as it used to be. Just check the archives, you'll know what I mean.

Yeah, what happened?

I lost my muse in a bowl of potato salad. Or maybe it's because my day job forces me to spew forth thousands of words a week. Or maybe it's the Robitussin talking. Hey, do you want a hug?

You sicken me.

Nah, that would be the flew.

Whatever.