In accordance with one of the many laws of Murphy, I have contracted rotavirus from my son (courtesy of the bacterial cesspool alternately termed “daycare”) just in time to take my vacation.  Trying to find a silver lining in my misery, I am comforted only that I will start my vacation with a clean colon (for the second time in as many months), and a rather euphoric lightheaded feeling brought on by dehydration.  And there is, of course, the added bonus that I won’t have to take any time off, because I had conveniently already scheduled for it.  Aren’t I a considerate employee?  How many other people maximize their productivity by rolling their sick days and vacations together so efficiently?

As a consequence of my imminent departure, “My Level of Awareness” is taking a brief sabbatical until next Monday.  If you don’t hear from me by then, assume the virus is continuing to hold me hostage and alert the CDC.