There it was - in my mind. I saw it as it flashed by; I marked it, I noted it, I was aware of it. But I think I forgot to ask God to remove it; thus, it has now taken over, and I am at the mercy of my own laziness.

I've been pretty tired lately, what with training for that half marathon, and the whole going-back-to-Indiana and the funeral and all of the consequential issues around that. When I get tired, I get even more lazy than normal, and it has now caught up with me.

Sometime in the last few days, I saw this flu map; it may have been on the monitor at the gym, or it may have been when I've walked into my bedroom while Bud my father-in-law was watching the weather channel - no, wait. NOW I remember. It was in the locker room at the gym yesterday morning, after I finished my ellipticating, before I went to my piano lesson before I went to work before I went to meeting before I went home.

I saw the flu map, and I heard/felt/saw the thought go through my head - "Yeah, the flu would be nice. I could lay down in bed and Ethel would bring me chicken soup". (it sounds like words when I type it, but it was more images or concepts when I thought it - it went by way, way too fast for it to be actual words). I noticed that thought going through, and sort of laughed at myself for having it; the very fact that I am so busy is the reason that my lazybrain came up with such a notion, but for that very reason I don't have time to have the flu right now.

This morning I was wondering what I might blog about today, since my life is so boring and Ethel hasn't even bought any large-ticket items in thirty-six hours or so - so it occurred to me that I might tell you folks about how I'd seen this map, and how I'd thought how nice it would be to have the flu.

About fifteen minutes ago, I had some trouble talking, and a bit of trouble breathing - and suddenly I feel like going home and going to bed. I'm supposed to go to the 4 PM AA meeting, and come back here for a .NET discussion group from 5:30-6:30, but right now I'm not so sure that either group would want to be around me in close quarters.

Okay, okay - it's probably just the power of suggestion, or (in this case) the power of remembering my own suggestion. No doubt any minute now I'll spring up from my chair full of vim and vigor, perky as a sorority-girl cheerleader in saddle Oxfords.

But right now, I think I'd prefer the bed-and-chicken-soup option.