The Good Flea is a sick Flea. When the Good Flea is sick, she resorts to third person, because, quite frankly, she'd rather not lay claim to herself in times like these. Who would want to be the Ill Flea? Certainly not Flea. She hates being sick almost as much as she hates Death Metal and mullets. Well, not nearly as much as she hates both of those, since she knows that being sick will pass, but Death Metal and mullets don't seem to want to go away.
That said, the Good (sick) Flea has a very busy day on tap, including babysitting her son's fourth grade class for an hour or so and bringing toys to her church for this weekend's Toys for Tots event happening there (over 4,000 kids are registered to receive toys). Flea's community group donated toys and Flea has volunteered to act as courier. After an afternoon of stimulating homework (Systematic Theology and Doctrine of the Knowledge of God - the Good Flea loves this class!), Flea's daughter will need to be picked up from play practice and taken to guitar lessons. The Good Flea LOVES this time of year! The sun goes down earlier, the moms are running their children to and fro for holiday performances and events, people are coming down with horrendous flus, passing them on to others (people like the Good Flea).
Off to start the day. The Good Flea wishes you all well. She asks that you stay away from her, so as not to catch her disease, or if you have something contagious. She does not wish to be sick again any time soon (mostly because she hates the constraints of writing in third person).
Until she writes again ...