There I was, digitally delivering news to the good people of Sheepshead Bay, and all of a sudden – BAM! – some sonofabitch cold sucker-punches me and knocks me out.
It’s now five days and counting of snot, sore throats, achy limbs and awful Nyquil-fueled nightmares. I was healthy when the weather was a snappy 13 degrees on Wednesday, and bed-ridden when it neared 60 degrees on Saturday.
Where’s the justice in that?
I blame you. Jerks.