So here I am on Super Bowl Sunday with the symptoms of the flu. Boo hoo. I went to the urgent care place since it's Sunday but of course that's what everybody else was doing, and when I saw the waiting room I realized that I could sit there for a few hours so the doctor could tell me to just go home and get some rest. So I saved myself the few hours and I came back home without needing to be told to. I remember the story about how Neil Young wrote "Cowgirls in the Sand" and "Down by the River" when he was home in bed with the flu. Unlikely I'll have that kind of epiphany.