Dropping the Chaff

Before I get someone horribly alarmed, as I go into this post, I’m not dying.  I just have the worst case of stomach flu I’ve managed to acquire in seven or eight years.  It introduced itself while I was away from home yesterday, and I almost didn’t make it to the public bathroom in time before I threw up all over the stall.

Right now going onto almost twenty four hours without food, and water is enough to make me queasy.  I’ll try sports drink after I nap, I think.

There is something to that...