My apologies to Robert Burns (1759-1796) and John Steinbeck (1902-1968). The phrase is in print in various forms, but always includes "Of Mice and Men". It's based on the famous poem by Robert Burns and summarizes this thought: No matter how carefully a project is planned, something may still go wrong with it.
I have a writing schedule that I try to maintain. It seems like every time I get it into sync, something happens to cause it to go out of sync. Yesterday, as I finished up a blog review, I felt a fever coming on. Let's put it this way: It took me out. The only explanation for it is that I had been playing with nieces and nephews a few hours before and I must've caught a virus from one of them. Anyway, I was out of the game for more than 12 hours.
I have more than 10 articles in various stages of completion. I have 8 blog reviews and some website reviews pending. I don't know if I'll ever catch up. Today is Sunday, the day of the week that my broadband connection doesn't die on me at all. It's the day I normally do all my web research and catch up that which needs to be caught up. As I sit here, blowing my nose every two minutes and profusely perspiring as a result of medication, I don't think I'll be doing what I need to get done today, although I'll try.
Prior to moving to the Philippines, I used to pride myself on the fact that I took ill no more than once per year, usually during the flu season. Since I've been here, however, it seems I get hit by something every single month. I should expect it; this is the tropics and some of these viruses only exist here. I'm just wondering how long it will take to build up the antibodies that everyone here already has.
