This has been a bad week and it is only Wednesday. Bill infected me with some virulent strain of creeping crud which hit with a vengeance on Sunday night. So I have spent the last couple of days using up every tissue in the house and feeling like someone ran a bull dozer over me when I wasn’t sleeping. Bad enough, right? Earlier this morning he woke me from my vivid NyQuil dreams to tell me that a young friend of mine had a miscarriage. I mumbled something about that being too bad and went back to sleep. 15...
Battling the caprice of others with a whim of iron
