Hmmm. I wonder where that expression came from? Are dogs really sick that often?
Anyway, I am quite ill. Some sort of flu I think. I took yesterday off work, but I was supposed to give a 5-minute presentation to the Regional Board today, so I hauled myself in to work at noon. I endured the 3-hour meeting where such lively subjects were discussed as whether the board should meet five times a year instead of four. Believe it or not, this was a fairly contentious issue. The good news is I got to take home the fruit plate leftovers. The bad news is that I now feel like I've been run over by a truck. I haven't thrown up since yesterday, but my chest hurts when I breathe in deeply. That's not a good sign, is it?
Well, enough of my misery. If you are looking for something to do at work (besides actual work I mean) and you are sick of solitaire, try one of these puzzles:
It's like a crossword puzzle with numbers.