It's unlikely I'll be posting until much later this evening, as I am suffering from the Worst. Head cold. Ever.
I'll be spending my day on the couch, reading The Bronx is Burning, watching Empire Strikes, whining and crying so everyone knows I am really sick, sick, sick, yet- look! - look how I get up off the couch to make you Sunday dinner, look how I got the laundry done even though I am dying, look how I will go outside and plow the fields with mules even though I am on my death bed! Look, there's Ben Franklin, he's talking to me on the tv and he's saying that I should..what? Go on a killing spree? Praise liberty? Jumping Jiminy? He's mumbling, I wish these spirtual visits from dead political figures were more... coherent.
Anyhow, have I mentioned that Robitussin DM makes me hallucinate? It does, indeed. But it really takes the pain away, so I'll deal with Abraham Lincoln exhorting me to kill my family if it means my throat will stop burning for a few hours. Sigh. The mules are calling again.