So Friday night, somewhere whilst I was downtown, I realized there was a puke event on my horizon. Not a drinking related one because I wasn’t drinking that night because my tummy was a little flopsy. A little flopsy because a full blown problem later on. You know the kind. You just know you’re going to jerk the cat but you -really- don’t want to. I was just hoping I could make it home before it hit. I did, barely, and then dealt with all kinds of fever for the rest of the night. That pretty much took care of my weekend. I spent the whole thing sleeping and being intensely sore.

With all that in mind and an upcoming trip this weekend I’m taking it very easy. Nothing but “The Wire” and relaxation and sleep early. I’ve already seen “The Wire”, of course, but it seems to be the kind of show that would survive multiple viewings. Thus far it has, anyway.