Down, but not out!

My youngest son (he's almost 4 months old) has learned to share already! I couldn't be more proud. Well, yeah I could actually, like if he shared his binky, or rattle or something, anything except his first virus. So the Wife and I have have both been stricken, but I think it hit me a little harder, either that, or I am a big wuss when it comes to colds. Actually, it probably is the wuss thing, I swear I'd rather break a bone than have a cold. At least with a cast you can make up a cool story about what happened. When you're old and fat with a cold you just look like an old fat dude with a cold, or maybe a drinking problem I suppose, but either way, the coolness factor just isn't there. On top of that, my oldest son decided to share the stomach virus he had a week ago. He learned to share a long time ago though, so no bragging on that. THEN, on top of all that, my laptop crashed. Pretty crappy holiday weekend eh?

I managed to cobble the laptop back together, and my boss and a coworker helped me salvage what was left of the hard drive, I got my pictures and iTunes library off of the defunct drive, so it was not a total loss.

I'm feeling a little better, but I'm going to be taking it slow for a little while longer. Walking over 50 feet leaves me pretty winded and a little dizzy. A walk up 2 flights of stairs left my legs feeling more thrashed than an interval work out with Joel, and that is not an exaggeration. In fact I had to bail on Saturdays ride. I made it up to the shop (about 1 mile from my house) and that about did me in. No way was I keeping up with those guys for 40 miles. Anyway, I might even cave and go to the doctor tomorrow. I am just so sick of doctors. It seems like since we found out my wife was pregnant last June it has been nothing but doctor appointments and blood tests and ultrasounds. My obese liver is in a delicate state at this point. Formerly a recluse, it wilts under all this scrutiny.