Karma is laughing it’s sick freaking head off. That last post? You know, the one where I said I was back on the wagon, exercise and writing wise. Well, apparently that was a call to the gods to knock me on my kiester. Well, not me specifically. No, the sick bastards went after my kid. Son #2 has been down with some sort of nasty viral ugliness. His fever was shooting up near 104 and, with our family history, I was concerned about febrile seizures. This lasted a full five days, and each one I said this would be the last day, that the fever would break soon. It finally did. Thank God. But we’re all recouperating. So will I be back on the wagon again? Yeah. Next week.
See you then?