Catch it early, I said. Avoid the worst of it, I said.

Thought I'd dodged the bullet when WG brought home the flu for my birthday.

Clever and wise, I opted to stay home in the early stages. Then, the thinking went, I would not get as severely, horribly sick. I had a live example in WG to convince me that this was a plague to be avoided. He moaned in his sleep. I still haven't forgotten last year's flu.

How well did my plan work?

Guess.

It might have been the miserable damp weather yesterday. I should have taken the car rather than stand in the rain at the bus stop.