I’ve just been diagnosed with the swine flu.
So I’m in self-imposed quarantine in my bed.
I’m fine. Don’t worry.
And the girls appear to be fine.
All I need is chocolate, a few naps, and some rest.
And bacon. Actually, my bro calls this virus the Bacon Sniffles. Here’s the thing, though: I’m not sniffling. I’m mostly achy. I feel like a truck ran me over.
A big bacon truck.
Time for another nap…. Go sanitize your computer now that you’ve read this.