Sick Wars

Mrs. Jogger and I are having a sick-off. Whoever is sickest doesn't need to do anything around the house.

I have a sore throat, which I caught from the littlest Little Jogger. It's not that bad, but I'm a wimp. I just don't have any energy or patience. This is no doubt part of why this morning's run was so bad. She has some sort of the flu. She hasn't thrown up, but her head is all full of wool. So neither of us has done anything this afternoon but sit around and groan.

The Little Joggers are reverting to pre-civilization. It's like the Lord of the Flies, only not quite so polite.

Anyway, wish us luck. If I win the sick-off, I get lots of valuable prizes.