Bulletin. Fleck appears to have recovered from whatever the grunge is that knocked us out, and is looking pretty chipper. I'm not quite there. At my age having to go for over a week without any sustained physical activity is so unpleasant. I look and feel like a wheel of Camembert that's been sat by the heat register. Ah, well, surely today I will turn the corner. And doubtless David will have something scintillating to post before long.

If you're in the same state I recommend the medicinal cheer of Chase Me Ladies. Does bring on painful hacking fits if you've got the infested lungs aspect of the grunge, but what the hell.

Posted by Moira Breen at 28 February 2005 01:29 PM