There are no lyrics to start this entry. I got sick. I got really really really sick. I haven't been sick like this since I was a child. I got the Iris Virus and it was awful.

Thursday I started out happy and excited about dinner. I was also eager to watch my new West Wing season just arrived in the mail. Thursday night I got invited out to eat with the girls. So I set aside the West Wing for more important things like building relationships with women. I was all revved up about going out and eating and gossipping. There is something about that that is so feminine.

I couldn't figure out why I had all of these gozillions of movies laying around in my apartment that I hadn't watched yet. It is so unlike me to go without watching a good movie. I had "Shall We Dance" and "JFK" and "Born on the 4th of July" and the WHOLE second season of the West Wing. I also had about ten thousand things planned for Saturday and couldn't figure out how it was going to work out. It was a mystery. It was a short lived mystery.

I woke up early Friday morning astonished at the noise that woke me. It was my stomach. OH WOE IS ME. Then, for about twelve hours I was sick. One of the women I had dinner with still had the Iris Virus left over in her system! Oh No! I had it. Then the next forty-eight hours were in movie recovery. I watched the whole second season. Yes. I did. I watched both Oliver Stone flicks. Never to be rented again. AND I watched Greer, the Grey, pull off yet another romance piece in Shall We Dance. I will have to watch the West Wing stuff again because there was a lot I didn't catch as a result of fuzzy headedness and sleep. As for Oliver Stone, even with the fuzziness, it was just too much. Shall We Dance was intermitten the house cleaning that began about noon on Sunday. Everything I touched, I cleaned. Everything. My bed stuff, my carpet I walked on, my tub, my floor in my bathroom, my toilet, buckets, hairbows, sweats, pillows you name it: I washed it. Some how, some way everything was cleaned. While my bed is still not made today and there is one last load of laundry to be done, maybe two, I am proud to say that while I didn't get to do the ten thousand things on my Saturday list, I got the ten thousand things on God's Saturday list totally completed: House clean, movies watched, Rachel spending LOTS of time by herself!