I hid from 2011 under the covers of my bed. I didn’t have to work on New Year’s Day so I took advantage of the time to sleep. I fell victim to what is affectionately known as the “Kandahar Crud.” Basically it is a cold/flu that reminds you that you, and your body, are not at home anymore. I had been able to drag myself to work the remaining days of December and on the last day got a ride to the PX to get a packet of chicken noodle soup and crackers.
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