Did anybody get the number of the bus that hit me?

In other words, last Friday night, out of the blue, I got walloped with either the flu or a virus that knocked me right to my knees and pretty much laid me out for the last couple of days. Ee-yow. And apparently I was one of the lucky ones who got over it relatively quickly, so I really feel for anyone who gets this and has it for longer than a weekend.

The most tragic thing about this hit-em-and-run illness is that it's left me with -- horrors -- absolutely no urge to drink coffee. It must have been all that lovely ginger ale, nudging the cofee aside.

But I have to be honest: I can't wait till my coffee jones returns because as you can see from this post, my brain really needs it.