Some time ago, St. Patrick’s day occurred.
It was indeed quite an eventful day, which started out with a mild fever. This was a bit disconcerting, but I figured a couple Tylenol® would remedy the situation and headed out with Emily to the Southie 5K. The weather was perfect for a run; Nice sunshine, gentle breeze, temp. around 60. Suddenly I felt great and assumed that the run managed to kick in my immune system and roundhouse kick the virus out of me. So, after the run we meandered over to the St. Patrick’s day parade, got some pizza and watched. The parade was unique in that it had a disproportionate number of bagpipes and Star Wars references compared to other parades I’ve been to. Though, I haven’t been to a parade since I was about 5, so maybe things have evolved. Lastly, we did as the Irish do and headed over to a pub in the mid afternoon. It was here that I was reminded that I did not actually have the ability to roundhouse kick a virus. I now had a rockin’ headcold and carried my delightful 103° fever through the following day.