These past few weeks have reminded me of an old Catholic joke.
St. Peter’s at the Pearly Gates, and he’s checking his list of the recently departed when a new soul suddenly arrives without warning. St. Peter glances down at the list, doesn’t see any new names, then glares at the newcomer.
“How’d you get here so quickly?” he demands.
“Flu.”
Not that anybody in my family has been that sick lately, but we did experience a little merry-go-round of early spring colds the last couple weeks of February. Fortunately none of us got the flu, though, maybe because of the flu shots we all got. Continue reading
Taking Leave 