No! Not this week!

Melanie and Amalia picked up some bug last week. It seems to be basically a sinus infection (headache, eyeache, lightheadedness, etc.), but with the added benefit of making the host feel beat up.

I just assumed that it was another example of the supremacy of my regimin. After all, I only get sick a fourth of the time the rest of the members of the household, and since I am the only one to drink 8 to 12 shots of ristretto espresso a day, obviously everyone should drink 8 to 12 shots of ristretto espresso too.

I am six feet tall. Baby giraffes are six feet tall. I am a baby giraffe. Don't tell me that I don't understand logic.

What I don't understand are the strange symptoms this thing has. I woke up feeling like I have been someone's punching bag all night. Then the eye ache (what am I doing at the computer, you might ask?), headache, and dizziness. I don't think I have the horrid fever, yet. I just felt my head and it did not seem too hot. What? Logic train leaving the station again? Curses!

Anyway, that feeling of dread and optimism that I had last night, facing the mountain of work I have, has changed into mostly just dread.

The worst of it is that I have a restaurant review that needs to happen tomorrow. If my nose plugs up, I am going to go crazy (ier).

I still will get everything done, as I am a newspaper man (why are there two superheroes who work in the newspaper business, but only use it as a ruse to look humble and ordinary? Aren't we known for our bulging muscles, our quick wits, our prodigious consumption of whisky? Oh, yeah, that), but I might need the ICU by next week.

However, the bad news is that I probably will use the old blog to take breaks (unless the breaks require drugs and sleeping and nasty hot medicinal herbal teas and all that keee-rap), so if you are one of the poor hooked folks who read this blog with the feeling of horror and excitement that a junkie looks at the needle with, I am sorry. You might just overdose.

Meanwhile, for those hoping to go to Gustine tonight for the bulls, I was pretty sure that I was not going to go anyway, but this caps it. It should be fun, although the cartel is pretty standard. So, if you have an inkling, then go and report. I am always interested in how Cesar Castaneda does, because he is an interesting case in the world of bulls.

I will probably be away from the bulls until August (most of the corridas are too far away), so there will be no bullfight reports until then.