Whoa. That nasty cold I had turned out to be a particularly nasty strain of flu. It has knocked both Brad and I off our feet. On Tuesday, I felt like I was among the walking dead: fever alternating with chills and a temperature near 101F. Since then, the flu has had its ups and downs and I'm hoping it's just about run its course. I'm beginning to feel human again. Brad is still feeling pretty bad; I think that's because he keeps going in to work. I keep telling him to stay home and rest, but he says if he does that he gets bored!