I came down with the flu last Wednesday. Given all the news coverage, it's hard not to think "OMG swine flu!", but I'm reasonably sure it's just regular old flu. I'm calling it "piglet flu" -- like swine flu, only smaller.
My recovery process was not helped by the fact that I had about 14 hours of continuous work to do on Saturday, as we installed the new Master at Star Sapphire Lodge. I can sometimes make a deal with my body where I fake being well for a day or so, with the accumulated sickness debt coming due when I'm done. I pulled off that trick on Saturday, thank goodness, but oh boy, was there a high balance due come Sunday.
However, the event was well worth it. The Lodge was jammed, with just about all the locals as well as a healthy contingent from Orange County in attendance. We used a further-modified version of Fr. Dionysus's adaptation of a Masonic Lodge Master installation ritual, which is like a candy store for us ritual pomp-and-circumstance fans. There were tears, laughter, and love in overwhelming abundance. I think we got this thing started just right.
Now I'm back at work, sniffling, achey, tired...and smiling. That works for me.