August 15th: I fought the bug and the bug won

I am sick.  In bed all day long, sick as a dog (though I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a really sick dog.  If I did, and the dog could speak, I believe the dog would say, “I’m sick as a songwriter”)   During my moments of waking, and between coughs and sneezes, I’ve found myself singing an old song from my youth…with a slight lyric change:

I fought the bug and the bug won, I fought bug and the bug won.

Silly, I know, but it gave me a brief M2B:) moment.