Got up this morning and felt like I'd been hit by a truck, but at least the thought of eating something didn't repulse me. Got to the office and by about 11 I was dragging, so I went home.
I turned on the presidential inauguration, hoping to catch history. President George H. Bush looked really old. Jimmy Carter looked great. All the other politicians looked like ... politicians.
Obama came out and there was a huge roar and it was quite a grand scene.
Then I fell asleep.
Then I woke up to hear Aretha Franklin absolutely warbling and screaming, and I turned the TV off.
Rats. Flu has a way of interfering with history, I guess.
Well, I assume Obama had lots of good lines and everybody was impressed. Now they are talking about a luncheon and china used by Lincoln and HOLY CRAP is Ted Kennedy still alive?