Well, this is a bang-up way to start a new year–sick in bed.
Patty’s sick, too, but she hasn’t got what I’ve got.
Once upon a time you called the doctor and he came over and took care of you. I remember that. I swear I didn’t make it up.
It probably won’t be possible to operate this blog today. I hate to lay it all on Byron (he had a big Pick-Up Stix match scheduled) and I think Violet Crepuscular is mad at me. If I suddenly feel better this afternoon, then you’ll see some blogging. My thanks, meanwhile, to the loyal readers who show up anyway. Please feel free to go to town with your comments. Get something started while I’m helpless to prevent it.
