Or plugging along. Trudging. Flying. Whatever.
This flu will not let go. If I stay quiet, I have a reasonable speaking voice -- for a while. If I stay down and quiet, I'm generally okay. But get up and move around, and the nausea/achiness/headache gets worse. Sing at church today? Ha -- I can only get 5 or 6 notes out, then the voice completely goes. So the Brick went, and took care of business. I am very grateful for him.
I have several things to finish up. The Brick has some items on his roster, too. And we must get done before commitments this weekend.
Upward and onward, I guess.
We got more snow than the weather people posted -- about 6". The dogs went nuts because the local herd of 'teenage girls' (does) decided to weather over in our woods. However, it (the snow, not the deer) is melting fast.
Meanwhile:
Overheard remarks -- that hurt.
The hermit painter of Purgatoire Canyon. Fascinating.
How much does the average American have saved for retirement? I really, really hope this isn't completely true.
A very classy apology -- and gracious response -- at the Winter Olympics.
Mickey Lolich dead? Say it ain't so, Detroit Tigers.
A rare strain of rye found on a Michigan shipwreck may lead to a whole new revival in whiskey. You'll want to read both articles -- here and here, too.
Have a good week. Hopefully you're on top of the world.
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