Notes from the Sick Bed

Some kind of flu thing hit me during the night. Not a fun night. I ended up skipping church, which I hated to do, because the worship team was doing some good songs. But I didn't think it would enhance the atmosphere of the service if I collapsed at the keyboard. Might have alarmed the kiddies.

Anyway, I've been on a Saltines and 7-Up diet all day. This is one of the things--one of the MANY things, I should say--that I've learned from my wife. When you're sick, nothing tastes better than Saltines and 7-Up. I went through 35 years of life without knowing that. As proof of my morning delirium, after finally waking up, I watched an hour of James Carville and Paul Begala speaking at a Harvard forum about their new book. I've actually come to appreciate James Carville, in the same way that I've come to appreciate, say...well, absolutely nothing is coming to mind. So I guess that puts Carville in the class of "gulity pleasure." But Paul Begala--sorry, but in all Christian love, I must say that I can't stand the viper.

My wife takes good care of me when I'm sick. That is not an incentive for getting sick. But it does make the ordeal more endurable.

Posted on March 12, 2006 03:06 PM|

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