I've been out of it over the last few days.
Here is my story.
I ran as fast as I could, hiding here and there, leaping tall buildings with a single bound, I was faster than a speeding bullet and more power than a locomotive, but to no avail!
I was mowed down, rolled over, slapped and kicked to the curb.
IT GOT ME!!!
The dreaded crud.
Coughing, dripping, sneezing, sweating, headachy, feverish and all that crap including the kitchen sink. Yes, I had encountered the infamous upper respiratory illness.
I am on the road to recovery, but I still feel like I've been draged through a knot hole. It will take time but I will bounce back.
That which does not kill us makes us stronger.