In which I’m felled by microorganisms.

Gramma and I both have rotten colds. We’ve been drinking hot lemonade with ginger in it, and lazing about, and coughing, and sounding scratchy-voiced.

I have it worse than she does (her immune system’s been fighting germs now for 85 years and has wicked mad germ-fu), and slept 20 out of 24 hours the first day we came down with it. I missed a day and a half of work, too.

Right now I’m at work craving cheesy, fried foods, like I always do when I have a rotten cold.

In other news, you may have noticed the ‘box has been in Maintenance Mode a few times recently. I’ve been trying to upgrade to the latest version of WordPress, but it keeps telling me it still needs to be upgraded. I’ll probably mess with it more later. It will respect my authoriteh! …eventually.