This brought about the existential question (you knew there had to be one), "am I a sane person feeling sick or a sick person feeling sane?" I've had some really good months since I left the house. I actually got bitten by two fire ants recently and, surprisingly, I didn't die. Of either the bites or panic. It wasn't the best few hours of my life, waiting for impending doom, but I got over it.
Things have been going well otherwise. Job is good, relationships are good, kid is good, its all good. Hope all of you are doing the same.
P.S. According to Wikipedia, zebras are black with white stripes. Who knew?
