You know what sucks about having the flu? It's like a time machine that automatically takes you back to the days when you were a kid and people took good care of you and coddled you and didn't make you feel guilty about laying out on the sofa and watching crap tv. It's an oddly pleasant memory that makes you realize immediately those days are gone forever.
When you're older, nobody cuts you any slack. Your partner gets pissed off that you don't help out around the house; your boss indirectly makes you feel guilty for taking a day off --and maybe even insists that you get a doctor's note, when all you really need is rest; your kid still needs looking after; and even your own conscience hounds you about all the things that need seeing to. (That's the super-ego working overtime, right?)
Anyway, that's my long explanation about why I'm not posting anything decent today. You got a problem with it? Get in line.
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Too bad we can't harness phlegm into an energy source ...
Maybe some day. But then you really could never call in sick to work. They'd have you in a room hawking loogies into a machine so they could run the lights.
Matt .... Raw Honey. All that anti-body BS about raw honey is true.
When you get back to the keyboard, I have a request, tell us a little about Barcelona. Any stuff from the Moores still layin' around ?
The Moors never made it this far north. But there are a lot of Roman ruins in the center.
About the Catalan culture: I just tried to link an article here, but had to delete it because it over-ran the boundaries. How do you post links in the comments section? Anyway, I'll make a fresh post with the link.
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