My wife currently lies in a Nyquil induced coma, speaking of weird things like how her left eye is telling the right what to do and that she wants a fudge sundae - but with strawberry and nuts. It's the flu. Not a dangerous one, and one I shouldn't be scoffing at as I'm sure I'm bound to contract it myself. But there are wonders to the powers of the flu.
Am I evil if I say it's only redeeming quality is that I have guilt-free time to play Dead Space 2 and DCUO without feeling like I'm ignoring my betrothed? Is it sick that I almost want to get sick so that I can batten down the hatches with DayQuil and go on a gaming bender?
As a major snow and ice storm sweeps the midwest and my fair state of Ohio, I'm reminded that while winter's cold can be an utter mood-killer it also usually means I get a lot of reading done, a lot of movies watched and hopefully a lot of gaming.
I'm an eternal optimist. I can't help it. When people complain about being struck with a cold, strep, or sinus infection, etc. I'm the first guy to tell them that it could be worse and at least they get some time off from work to watch Maury Povich. So here's to the winter weather, the flu it brings, and the realization that even a nasty bug can't keep you entirely down.