I’ve been viewing the world from the inside of my house.  Yes, sick again.  Can’t really believe my luck this season.  Yet I realize that this isn’t a bad place to be, just sitting here next to the pellet stove watching the birds out the and window wishing my flu away.  Life really isn’t so bad.

I mean it’s really cold out.  Freaky, old school cold.  Not having to go outside isn’t really that bad.  I sat yesterday toasty warm occasionally checking in on social media. I’ve heard that many of you are struggling with burst pipes.  This is something that I know a little about.

We lived for years in a little cabin in New Hampshire.  To take a shower we needed to boil water and pour it down the drain or we’d flood the entire bathroom (which was as big as a telephone booth).  We also had holes in the floor to stick hair dryers down to blast bits of heat onto the pipes.  It worked wonders.  If you are struggling with this, you can also jimmy-rig a water drip.  Simply take a bamboo skewer and stick it under your faucet and place old sponges on the bottom to reduce mind numbing noise.  Then drip away to keep things moving.

That’s what I’m trying to do with my body-keep things moving.  Sigh…

My son asked me when I was going to “MIH” this morning.  Need clarification? I did.  That is–when am I going to “Make It Happen”?  Good point, I haven’t done a great job of any of that lately in my fever induced haze.

I think it’s time to attack my immune system like I attacked those pipes years ago.  If only it was as simple as sticking a bamboo skewer up my nose and letting it drip.  Though, it does sound like a cool ancient home remedy.  At this point, I’m up for anything.