Just Hang In There

Okay, I realize that a day with no words of wisdom from me is like a day wihout sunshine, but my enthusiasm for pontification wanes considerably when I am burdended by a flu-induced case of pnuemonia. There is not just the general malaise of fever and shortness of breath, but concentration suffers when with every breath it feels like an assassin has thrust a sharp dagger into one's chest. I'll be back. Or I'll be dead, and at the moment I don't particularly care which.