The stomach flu returned with a vengeance this morning. I’m talking the kind of vengeance Genghis Khan would have shown his enemies…with not so much a hint of Montezuma’s Revenge, but the complete instructions!
In other words, I was wasted…when I really really really wanted to be otherwise. Karma, we need to talk.
However, in my moaning on the couch, as I contemplated a dinner of nothing but the plainest of Uncle Ben’s converted rice and ginger ale, I was able to witness the live launch of the Space Shuttle Discovery on TV…and to their credit, the CBC stayed with the NASA camera feed until the last possible moment, allowing me to watch the shuttle gracefully detacfh from its giant, foam-covered orange fuel tank, and slip quietly into orbit.
It was exceptionally beautiful, and the one silver-lining of this maddening disease which has exiled me to my home so mercilessly.
So, in honour of my (hopeful) recovery, I will share with you an image worthy of today’s launch. May it bring you a bit of the peace it managed to bring to me…
