This past weekend I took a trip up to Boston to visit my family. I’m in the process of moving back to the Boston area, but I’m not quite there yet. I was out with the flu for two weeks earlier this year… and I figured I was done with colds and flu for the year. I was wrong.
While I was up visiting my family, I helped my father move some furniture into a new office that he is setting up. He was just getting over the flu. He’s had it for almost three weeks. It reminds me of something my friend told me. He said his brother had called him up and left a message that went, “It’s your brother. Don’t get the flu this year, it’s really bad.”
Sunday, on my drive back down to northern Virginia, I realized that I was feeling just the way my father had said he had started out. By the time I had finished the nearly five-hundred-mile drive back home, the flu my father had unintentionally given me was in full swing.
Ugh. I’ve been out for the last two days with a different variety of the flu. Apparently, the whatever hit my family in New England isn’t the same as what’s going around in Virginia.
At least I’ve had a chance to catch up on setting up the new webhosting service I’ve just switched my domain to. I’ve also had a chance to test and debug my WordPress install. I’m in the process of setting up a photo gallery system on the new host, but I haven’t finished it yet.
Shortie, the dog I share with my significant other, Yoon, is currently staying in Boston with my parents, while I’m in the process of moving. I’ll be posting some of the funny stories that he’s caused when I get a chance.