One of these is bad, one of these is good. I’m struggling beneath the totalitarian regime of a head and sinus cold, flailing about in a vain attempt to get free or at least lessen the achiness. The only balm in Gilead (ooh biblical) is the belly full of sate beef soup that I have thanks to my loving wife. The spice has warmed me and relieved some of the sinus swelling, and after a nice cup of decaf coffee I should be able to tolerate living until bedtime.
I did try to get some planning done for the next chapter I have to write and post tomorrow. I hit a point where I just could not push myself to work anymore and I slowly stormed away from my work area and pouted upstairs. I must be fantastic company today.
So far Max has shown a few mild cold symptoms, but if we’re lucky it won’t intensify like it did for me. And his teeth are almost back to normal-sporadic incisor action has taken place today and everything still looks okay in there.
Good night and good luck. I’ll be in my bunk.