Posted Tuesday 28 October 2003

Weak with Flu and Laughter

The radio said there would be a big flu season. So far, around our house, this appears credible.

Adrienne got irritable and punky Sunday, when we drove to Ashland, Oregon, the home of the annual Shakespeare Festival, about an hour north of here. There's a pretty University there, and a quainte downtowne with precious shoppes, where after a long wait we got a mediocre breakfast at high prices. However, the service was only so-so.

When we got home, she retired early, and Monday was mongo ill. Suspecting the worst, I went shopping. We got the TheraFlu, the Advil Day and Night, the Alka-Seltzer Deeply-Serious Cold tablits, and the ever-handy coca-cola and saltine crackers. A good thing, too.

In the early evening, I fell out too, and slept through the night, all the next day, and the next night. On the mend now, ate rice and a kipper, and seeing as how I was feeling more chipper, asked dear Adrienne did she want a kipper.

She groaned, "No kipper. No skipper. No dipper."

See, incomprehensible! She's feeling better!