Back From Death’s Door

I’ve been sick all weekend.

And by the above title, I do not mean I was “Knock-Knock-Knockin on Heaven’s Door.”

It’s more like, “Scratching Helplessly at the Doggie-Door of Death.”

I don’t get sick often, although it’s interesting to note I got sick at this same time last year.

(To read that heart-warming story click here.)

In any case, this time it was step throat that almost killed me.

But I did not die. I rose from my bed of sweat and snot and sickness, and I went forth… to cook for and clean up after people.

What an anti-climax, right?

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