Web Log Entry #0031, Wednesday, January 8, 2003: Day 51

Anchorage Sunrise: 10:08am Sunset: 4:04pm High Temp: 20° Low Temp: 3° I'm sick. Flu. I thought I had made it safely past the holidays, including four plane flights, without getting anything, but the cows have come home to roost, and I've got fever, chills, and no appetite for drawing-room comedies. Damn. I slept until 3:00pm, and still don't even have the energy to watch TV. The only good thing about being sick is that I was home when the Mail Delivery Person rang the doorbell to deliver the package from my parents that was too large to fit into the mailbox. I guess the flu was the Universe's way of telling me to be home today, although you'd think if the Powers That Be have a Divine Plan that Guides our Lives, it would be much easier just to leave little notes, like "Don't go in to work today. Sincerely, The Universe." I know I'd follow instructions like that. It would be worth not having to deal with the symptoms, like weird dreams. Let's just say that when one is feverish, never watch "South Park" before going to sleep.

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