Here's a cute little baby stuck to his mom's back.
I've reverted to being a baby. Mostly, when I haven't been working, I've been curled in a fetal position. I caught some bug last Wednesday that started with a cough but evolved into some beast with brutal stomach pains, a flood of "nose water," fire-lungs, fever, and,....well,...everything. Ebola. Black Plague. Something like that. I'm sleeping in shifts. I get a couple fitful hours in before Angry Black Death-Virus wakes me and starts batting me around.
Maybe you know what I'm talking about, but it's rough, being at work and realizing that you're just one spasmed cough or forceful sneeze away from crapping your pants.
Typhoons come through here like scrub brushes. I lay in bed yesterday watching the clouds whip by as sheets of misty rain coated the forest outside my window. The day afterwards is almost always gorgeous. Typhoons seem to be a giant sponge, sucking out the humidity. Bloody heaps of praise to Allah and little baby Jesus.