my cold is sticking to me like peanut butter matted to my hair. at least my voice, still raspy, is returning and despite a nose flowing like a faucet and an ever-present hack, not doing too bad.

so i'm taking the day off from work and doing nothing but a bit of rest. i am delighted to discover tom beckett returns with another blog. check out slim windows.

maybe it's time for a nap.

peace out