Got the crud, home alone

So, here's the deal. My lovely wife, Ellie Wheater, is in Clearwater, Florida at some professional conference all week, leaving me and Li'l Keller home alone. This would only be a minor inconvenience, except that both he and I have this terrible head cold. He's getting better, but I am getting worse. On top of that, I have to work tonight making funnel cakes (little job I do for a friend) at the local concert venue. It's always about 120 degrees in there. (Just so you know, I have a sitter coming over for Li'l Keller). This sucks. And since I am sure no one is reading this, I expect no sympathy comments. Oh well. I think I am going to go lie down for a while. This much typing is making me lightheaded...