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.

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