There, that’s better

Sadly, unlike his namesake, Orac is not immune to human foibles and human vulnerabilities. In particular he’s not immune whatever virus is going around at the moment. The damned thing felled my wife for over a week. I thought that I had avoided it, but apparently not. Now I’m starting to feel the unmistakable signs of its infestation of my body. Consequently, I don’t feel up to any blogging today, and all I can hope for is that my version will not evolve into the debilitating death flu that I watched my poor wife suffer through. Fortunately, however, I’ve found a little something to make me feel better:

There, that’s better.

(Hat tip to Reed Cartwright.)