February Flu...and the meaning of life

I'm sick. I'm sick and tired. I've been sick and tired for two weeks. Two weeks. Sick and tired.

Sound familiar? It seems everyone experiences some combination of sick and tired at this time of year. We forget our Flu shot, we don't take our ColdFx, we whine and complain. It makes me want to contemplate my existence (what doesn't these days?).

Well, according to the Center for Disease Control and Prevention, SARS is back with a vengeance. And its avian cousin is still going strong. So maybe I'm not alone.

I tend to think that the powers that be have decided that our days of pour eating and quasi-hibernation have gone on too long. We're finally being punished for that extra triangle of Toblerone or glass of egg nog. For years we've been warned to make fruitless New Year's resolutions to exercise and shit, now it's come to bite us in the ass. Maybe Hitchcock really was a modern-day Nostrodamus and the birds really are coming to get us. Stay inside!

Now back to Neo Citran...