Of a week and weekend that could have been productive.  Last Tuesday evening I started showing the symptoms of a virus that's been going around my office.  Starts with twelve hours of flu-level muscle aches, chills and fever.

I had no idea that you could be cold and shivering, and overheated and sweating - all at one time.

After that, the lower intestinal distress sets in.  Let's just say that I'm completely empty.  Seriously - completely.

I managed to crawl into work on Friday, mostly because we're in the throes of World Cup and my boss is going to be on vacation next week.

Since Wednesday morning I have eaten: a quarter cup of oatmeal, a half a cup of Goldfish, a bagel, a quarter cup of noodles with alfredo sauce, a bowl of peas, a bowl of ziti, a piece of toast, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, six fish sticks and a dozen french fries.

Half of the way I feel right now is probably because I haven't been eating.  Oh - there would have been more french fries, except that someone very short and cute kept coming over and begging for fries.  She does love them.

Oh - AND Bob got it too.

So instead of getting yard leveled, limed, and seeded - we've spent the weekend on the couch.  I did get a lot of reading done though...