And he's back! A bit.

I've often been ever so slightly amused to read facebook updates along the lines of "I've got flu. Anyone got any good Netflix suggestions?"... 

and today I can assure you, dear reader; if you have flu you don't have the energy to type into Facebook. You can't tolerate even looking at a screen. You won't know your name, much less be interested in television. If you can do social media, you ain't got flu!

But, as Granny Weatherwax was wont to proclaim, just in case, "I aten't dead". The fever has gone, leaving me with disturbingly trembling hands and a slow walk that suggests I am on puppet strings. I'm grateful for the red dotted underlines on mis-spelled words, in the edit box, because, well.

I wasn't sure what do do with the missing four days. Part of me wants to back-fill the void. Perhaps a few scans of old photo's from the pre-digital days. Or shall I leave them empty; testament to the mastery of a tiny virus over the perviously indomitable incredibish. The days we didn't see.