There, I Just Jinxed Myself

Everyone is sick around me.

Terri has been up all night coughing, as has her entire family apparently. Lydia too has a cute little cough. Two members of my carpool are snotting and sneezing and hacking for the entire drive to work. A handful of people are absent from my office everyday because they are either sick, or their kids are sick, or they're pretending to be sick. Many of these people are on round two or three of what might be the same bug, or mutated versions of said bug - each more powerful and eye-drying and mucous-producing than the last, mutating over and over and over again until this great remorseless supervirus has all of Eastern Canada sniffling and whining and trying not to shit their pants and leaving the dinner table repeatedly to blow their disgusting noses...

Alas, due to a remarkable bout of good luck/timing and a coffee-fueled, overachieving immune system - I have yet to succumb to this sickness. And, now that I have typed these words, I have guaranteed that I will spend the next week vomiting and coughing and feeling sorry for myself, at work with no sick time left to spend.

There.