At least I got home before I got sick

A couple of years ago I ran the San Antonio Marathon; between getting up at 3:30am, running a marathon, going to a hockey game, partying all night, and finally getting to bed around 1am the next day I did not even need the fleas that infested where I was staying to get me sick. That was the 3^rd day of a 10 day vacation and a (basically) 3 month illness.

This year, I got sick after running the New York City Marathon. This time, though, I did not get sick until a day after I got home. I only missed one day of work, but I decided against climbing up into the ceiling to insulate the attic this year.

At least being home I can take things much easier than when I was in Texas. The cat has loved having me lay around immobile, at least.