One of the reasons I slacked off the last few weeks is that I’ve been sick. No one likes being sick. You feel like the barest shade of yourself, like the a ghost in your own home. I get home at the end of the day, drape my jacket on the back of my desk chair, and hope to sleep. I’ll be glad when this passes. I’ll be glad when I can drape my jacket on the chair and still do something fun at night, with a clear head.
While I’ve been struggling, Mr. Fantastic watched his family crush a chair, and the mother of all wheelchairs.