Did anyone get the number of the truck that ran me down?

Ugh...I feel like five miles of bad road.

Sometime on Tuesday, as I was running about and getting some much-delayed tasks done, I must have gotten exposed to a virus. When I woke up yesterday, I had all the usuall symptoms of the flu--headache, dizziness, ringing in the ears, stomach ache, flashes of nausea, and muscle cramps in my legs. I managed to tough it out at work yesterday, but I felt no improvement this morning, and banged in from work.

I'm getting old. Ten years ago I would have soldiered on and gone to work anyways. Just can't do that anymore.

I hate taking a sick day; I much rather cash them at the end of the year when the city offers to buy them back. To add insult to injury, I had to kick in my overtime--the overtime won't be so available in the future.

I just finished Gene Wolfe's Free Live Free, and I have to admit that I felt strangely cheated by the story; up until the last two chapters, I thought it was a fantasy instead of the science fiction story it is. Mind you, it's still a great story, but I would have liked to known what kind of story it was before hitting the end. But, hey--that's just me.

Still haven't received my uniform yet--I've gotten measured over at Doughboy's, but with the cadets going into the Academy this month, my order gets lower priority. I hate looking like a banker with a shoulder mike.

I also got measured for a tuxedo over at the Men's Warehouse--expensive, and a bit embarrassing, but it is for my brother's wedding next month so I can't exactly blow it off. With Frank tying the knot, myself and my youngest sister are the last to be unmarried. Hopefully, she will have more luck than I.