Guess What. I got a fever.
 And the only prescription…
 is more cow bell.

It turns out I’ve been struggling against a cold all week. It erupted unmistakably yesterday and I’m finally on it’s good side today.

I’m grateful that it’s waning and that it’s left me with a gift.

What I (finally, likely) noticed was this: When when I’m feeling run-down, exhausted and useless, I crave crap.

And not just bad-for-me junk food and coffee. It’s like this dull, murky urge for gossipy trash. I find myself thirsting for footage of fresh Rob Ford bungles. Lurking on the online hangouts of people who irk me. And digging around for drama in dependable locales.

The first step is noticing.