Last year's flu was a wreck. I wasn't prepared. I fell behind with work. The house was a disaster.
This year, I'm one step ahead. Somehow I drove myself to work this morning and collected a bunch of stuff I need so I can work from home.
Of course, at this point, I'm so uncomfortable, I can barely type this nonsense, let alone write something meaningful for work.
At least I have a Christmas tree to brighten the room, and I have this bag of pretzels.
I have a hunch this year's flu is gonna be a wreck too. I wonder if booze would help....