I have the mother of all colds. My throat is almost inactive; the rest of me is approaching 'it'... My next door neighbour thinks it's already hit my chest...
Back tomorrow, if I feel up to it. But for now I want bed, bed and more bed; with some reading, if I can muster and focus, especially with the ever-weeping left eye.
OK. Rest is called for and it will come. I admit: fall down and over.
Catch you later, avid or sporadic readers!
Bye For Now,
R (looking forward to some sleep...)