Well, (cough) Happy New Year (hack)



Yup, I'm sick. Not metaphorically, I mean flat-out, dragged-down, gosh-darn-it coughing up Smurfs. The sore throat is dreaming of Cloraseptic, the nose is running, and I tossed and turned last night in a feverish sweat. I'm working today, slogging through college surveys manually, which is a spread-sheet nightmare to say the least. Still, would I have time to do this otherwise? Methinks not.



RD, you must hear the details! Check your answering machine again. The puzzle pieces are falling into place. I went into "our" restaurant (now a Dunkin Donuts) and tried to remember where the table we sat at was. I sipped my coffee, but it wasn't the same, just thought I'd let ya know. You're on Christmas tree duty next year, the hooptie, Home Depot, the whole shebang. It's coming down today, since Mom's leaving tomorrow. I'm going to fall into bed and sniffle away while the world goes on.



Good news, though: I don't have to spend the whole day here. Looks good, too---it's rainy, crappy, and just oh so icky out there. I think I'll hightail it outta here at 3 or so.



I need some tea...