So I had all these thoughts inside my head to write about. More on the economy and those crazy credit default swaps, Zogby Research, the upcoming presidential debate, Geoge Bush’s recent words to soothe America (or perhaps himself; notice how the phrase “The fundamentals are sound” isn’t being said anymore)?
All that has been put aside while I recover from what I think is a bad case of food poisoning, brought on by my wife, the chaplain. Actually, it was probably brought on by some Maryland crabs she bought while in Baltimore. They were delicious, for about an hour or so. Since then I’ve been dividing my time between laying on the couch in a fetal position and running to the bathroom to vomit. Ooh; too much information there. I won’t mention that that’s not the only bodily orifice that’s seen more than enough action for a while.
I can’t eat, and the general weakness that goes along with that is probably more a revelation than the nausea. It’s only been a day since I’ve been able to digest anything and already the fatigue and inability to stay focused has set in.
Pity the many poor whose lack of a next meal is a constant, whose life under these conditions is not rare, but commonplace.