Over and Out
by Scott Hardie on October 23, 2010
"How's the week treating you?"
"Like I slept with its wife."
I've had better weeks. I can't go into detail publicly about the main problem, since it's related to that part of my life that I don't write about online, but feel free to hit me up with a private message if you want to know. Let's just say that it was abruptly not a part of my life any more, ten minutes after I got back. I'm making arrangements and I should be able to recover.
The other thing that made the week a lousy one is the flu. I spent three days in and out of bed, hacking my lungs out the whole time. The fever didn't exact give me a clear frame of mind for dealing with the other problem. I'm recovering now, just as Kelly has come down with it. I know that it's caused by germs and that being outside unprotected doesn't actually have anything to do with it, but I can't help but think back to that early morning at GooCon when I was the only one awake and decided to play Polar Bear Club in the chilly pool by myself. I guess there's a tendency to find any kind of way to blame yourself for things that go wrong, when sometimes life just plain screws you over. I'll be ok.
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The creator of Funeratic, Scott Hardie, blogs about running this site, losing weight, and other passions including his wife Kelly, his friends, movies, gaming, and Florida. Read more »
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