So there I was. Aimlessly pushing around paper on my desk on a nondescript Wednesday morning. Cold, tired, ever so slightly bored and the open road-bug gnawing at my right foot incessantly. That horrible first cold front had hit Jozie with a vengeance and brought with it yet another evil mutated strain of influenza-bronchitis-up-all-night-madness-itis. The whole family had barely recovered when the weather bureau warned in that sadistic happy radio voice that number two was en route.