An ILL Wind

I am sick, a sick man, so my doctor tells me. Actually that is not true. I do not like my (hippie) doctor, and I am not going to ask her opinion unless it is something life threatening. Therefore, my sickness, which has kept me off of work for two whole days, is not something that I feel will sort me out for good. However, it has made me feel like warmed over shit, and unable to talk (I am sure that would cheer up a lot of people) without sounding like I swallowed a frog. Not talking is mostly fine for me, I have been trying to work on being laconic, but for my job a certain amount of speech is required. Lack of speech is not the only downside to my present illness, I have been unable to string more than two thoughts together for the majority of two days, not that I am usually some brilliant thinker, but all I can really do is sit my lard butt on the couch, and stare at the boob tube without a thought in my head. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better. I have certainly taken enough medicines to either kill or cure a bull moose, and I can only hope that one of them will do the job. I have spent a lot of time staring at the list of possible heroes, and there were a couple, that on a healthy day, I might have turned into a hero of the day. However, they were a bit of a stretch, and would have required some effort, and thought, and that is something that I am clearly not capable of today. So, it is with regret, that I must inform you that for today, April 28th, there is no hero of the day.