Whatsamatter? Is this the real end?



Well, to quote Rickie Lee Jones, it certainly feels like it. For the second month in a row, I'm suffering with a minor cold. Brought on by yet another week of too-little sleep. Helping HR with front desk duties is certainly killing me, too. Going back and forth from my desk is really stressful. It's surprising I get any work done. I set a world's record for the 5 quickest lunches eaten at my desk--15 minutes. Chew, gulp, chew, gulp, chew. Choke--I need to be at the front desk again! So, I've got a sore throat.



Don't believe the cold medicine hype, kiddies: sleep, sleep, and lots of water is the way to stave off a cold. Sleep resets the body's mechanisms, and water is good for everything since you're likely NOT to have any appetite whatsoever. If you're not going to eat, you need water. This explains why I consumed a whole box of sugar plum tea last month. This month's flavor is Wild Berry Zinger. A bit sweeter, but packs a whallop, too.



A day like this fulfills me--rain, overcast, gray. Woke up, scratched Kashi's ear, pulled Dexter's tail to get him to stop smacking Kashi, and proceeded to Pilates stretches. My back feels less stiff. Given my office duties, I'm seriously considering taking a wheely-chair with me everywhere. I could just zoooom down the block with out walking. Wouldn't that be fun? Now Muffin's mewling at me like a calico cabbage. They smell the treats I bought.



(be right back)







Ok, treats have been administered. They're like children, these fuzzy little pieces of my soul.



It's month two of a new year. I feel free. I've restored my sanity in a lot of ways. Next Saturday is Valentine's day. I'm reprinting an old article I wrote from the Brooklyn College Excelsior about one of my favorite Valentine's adventures. It'll be good, so stick around. It involves 1 old friend who was an actor, and my favorite dancer. Cleaning out my desk, there it was in a blue folder. It's worth another spin.



Well, I'm off to find some eggs and sausage. Be well!