The Great Equalizer
I’ve had the flu for the past eight days. Or perhaps, more accurately, I should say that the flu has had me. Completely. In it’s grip. Which perhaps is why it is called “la grippe” in French. But I diverge, as my feverish mind often has of late. The thing about being really, really sick, is that everything else fades into the background. You don’t care what you look like. It doesn’t matter if your house is clean or dirty,…