Nice payday, even though I'm sick...

Somewhere in the late afternoon yesterday, my throat began to hurt and by the time Galina got home - at close to 10 pm - my eyes had joined in the festivities, with that scratchy feeling that presages a really first class cold. I spent the night tossing and turning and trying to keep my throat from hurting (among other measures, covering my head with my blanket to create a small pocket of air humidified by exhalation).

I made pancakes this morning, served in bed to Galina with orange-fig preserves, vanilla honey, and maple syrup (along with the standard issue of coffee). I ate standing up, more from a need to assuage hunger than to enjoy the food, as I felt thoroughly miserable.

Somehow, I made it through the three items due tomorrow (napping between documents), and will send them off as soon as I post this, which oughta be in just a few seconds, as I feel the bed calling me.

Cheers...