Friday the 6th of the 9th. Im just waking up from a bout of the Island Flu. I got back from Honiara late Friday. Caught up and was good Saturday and Sunday. Monday was hectic, busy, all day until late in the eve. I wasn’t feeling great but had to get things done… As it went on, the day got vague, I became very much lost in a Fogg. I dont really recall much of the later day. By 8pm or so I was crashed out, running a fever, feeling very malarial.
Tuesday saw me wrapped up, moaning and groaning, body aching, head heavy, not a happy camper at all. Yesterday I was kinda good. I got a call early saying concrete work on a shed Im building was going to start. Good news, but I’m still a bit shaky. Vague. As the trucks roll in I talk to the guys and sort the work out. All is good. They know their stuff…
After I was up and moving I realised it was Thursday. Where did Wednesday go?
I had lost a day in the fog and haze of the illness.
At my age I cant lose too many days…
and the beat goes on…
more later
The Native Iowan 
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