Rockin' Pneumonia and Boogey Woogey Flu

Soft early autumn breezes waft through my open windows caressing my fevered brow while the sound of skateboards striking the pavement amidst shouts of merriment pierces my achy ear canals. The high content of pollen in the air ignites spasms of sneezing accompanied by a great migration of mucous running down my nasal passages while a piece of sandpaper persistently scrapes the delicate tissues of my throat. All to the rhythm of the bass drum pounding nonstop in my head.  I am sick and the happy-go-lucky world taunts me.

My daughter Samantha is accompanying me on this tortuous journey for she too is “under the weather.” We are strong women and will withstand this assault on our persons with dignity – if dignity can be equated with viewing FRED, a YouTube spin-off on Nickelodeon TV. When Charles Babbage envisioned the wondrous role computers would play in the future; well, I don’t think this is quite what he had in mind. What would he have thought if he could have plugged into the spectacle of Tosh.0?  Oh well, Samantha’s bladder won’t permit  her to sit still forever; eventually  she will be forced to remove herself and when she does I will seize the moment and grab the remote control, enabling me to become the supreme ruler of channel surfing. For a while anyway.