If my wife says I’m getting better...

... Then I must be getting better.

From my point of view, I know the flu is moving on down the road because I posted my responses to a couple of newspaper clippings yesterday.

And typed up a letter addressed to a pub in Scotland and finished two more four-plexes and did a weird little dance to a Wilco tune while sweeping the workshop floor just before closing time.


["Rescued lumber becomes a four-plex": photo GAH]

From my wife’s point of view, I’m making some of my own meals, taking a shower at my regular time, making jokes (though they’re still not funny) and staying up later than earlier in the week (though twice I fell asleep watching the news).

And I look good enough to take her out for coffee this morning.

So, I must be feeling better.

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