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Asa is fascinated by the flickery white stuff floating down into our yard. He has no interest in touching the stuff, though, because it’s so damned cold outside.

Illness has ravaged my house. We are all passing the flu back and forth to each other like some virulent badminton game, but instead of using shuttlecocks, we’re using germs and bacteria. It’s far messier and less fun than badminton, too. I’m finally getting over my bout with it, but it really kicked my ass.

I haven’t been “sick” sick for almost twenty years. I was in bed with a fever of 102 for about three days this past week, and I felt like utter and complete crap. I will be one of the first in line next year to get a flu shot.

For some reason, I assumed flu shots were only for the young and the old, and I’m kind of in between in that gray area. A nurse practitioner informed me that, no, it’s just that the young and the old can die from the flu, but you’ll still be miserable.

I was also misinformed that the shot can give you flu-like symptoms. Apparently it’s a dead vaccine, but if you get the nasal mist application, then that contains a live virus and you will get the sniffles and such.

I’m ready for our house to be healthy again. I’m tired of bathing in Purell.