Sometimes a cold is a cold, and other times it is man flu.
I had a choice when planning my recent trip to the US, to visit family before the cruise, or to cruise first, and then visit family. I chose the former, so that I could be home, and well rested enough to be able to enjoy Eurovision. Yes. I am a Eurovision dork, and I freely admit it. It starts in just a few minutes, and I am giddy with excitement. Or that might possibly be the wine. Tonia has just tossed a couple of steaks on the grill, and I am home, and getting over my jet lag, and also my man flu. I even napped today, so I can stay up late and enjoy the glorious foolishness that has become my favorite TV event in recent years.