Still sick. To the point that I opted for strict bed rest til about 3:00 today. My lymph nodes are sad, tired little sacks -- dangling loosely beneath my jaw, with narry the energy of a two-toed sloth that has mono.

Meanwhile, I have orchestrated something pretty danged cool for G's unbirthday. More about that later.

My lymph nodes are big and puffy. G's got a nasty bronchial earthquake cough, left-overs of a month long sick.

I'm hacking and slashing calendar items left and right to give myself some breathing room this week. Conquer the cold, catch up on backlog. That's my plan.