I have the worst of all colds.

Like other colds, this one saps your energy, fills your throat with vile phlegm, and keeps you coughing all day long. But unlike other colds, this one destroys something far more vital--your hope.

This isn't even like H1N1, which seems to hit like a ton of bricks and then flies away never to be heard from again. This thing is like a cancer, going into remission from time to time and then coming back with a vengeance. My wife has it as well, so we share our suffering and thus lessen it, but watching it come back and attack her again after she was getting better is just too much for me to bear.

Like an idiot, I've tried to make being sick not impact my work schedule, so after taking only a single day off I went back to work. It's something that we all tend to do, thinking that loyalty to the company trumps one's own personal well-being, and I don't subscribe to that philosophy at all, yet here I am. Jen is temping so her schedule is a bit more flexible, but now she has a new assignment, right at the worst possible time.

Well, having let all that out, I'm not actually sure if it will make me feel better or not. Obviously I've let blogging slide during this period, as something had to go. This post is at least a way of acknowledging this.

One good thing: I've finished responding to all my Amiga game developer emails, and I'm ready and itching to start writing the article, which should be a good one.