Oh, a cold it has caught me and I’m feelin’ so blue.
I’m about as darned worthless as a smelly old shoe.
There’s a fire in my throat but none in my head.
My snot glands are runnin’, my brain cells are dead …
Howlin’ Garglin’ Wolfe
I get sick only about once every five or seven years. Lucky that way. But when something does catch me, oh my. I’m currently lying abed, sucking zinc lozenges and guzzling hot tea. No reason I can’t keep posting (it’s more entertaining than playing another game of spider solitaire). I’m just saying don’t expect too much brilliance for a few days, okay?