Just as I got finished congratulating myself on going about my day while fighting the flu, Sunday’s workout/class/ballgame caught up with me, and I spent yesterday face down on my living room floor, praying for the sweet release of death. I knew I was delirious when I took Petey for a walk, and forgot to bring bags for his poop. I made due, but let’s never speak of it again.From the misery-loves-company dept.: I was in the cold-medicine aisle at CVS yesterday next to NFL quarterback Matt Leinart, who was also searching for anything to get himself back on his feet.
Get well soon, Matt. And Matt.
