The R.C. mentioned last night that I didn't update after Friday's psychotic meltdown, so I'm here today to say that both my bad mood and Saturday morning's manic burst of energy (I got things done that have been waiting a year for me to get around to them) seem to have been the prelude to a wicked spring cold.

sniff - sneeze - cough - whine

I worked from home on Monday and Tuesday of this week, to keep my germs out of the office, but a local 'Nut was coming in for a meeting this morning so I had to drag myself in today. I'm trying to keep my germs to myself--lots of tissues and handwashing.

It's almost noon and I've been vertical all day so far, which is a sign that I'm getting better. Sadly, although I plastered on the foundation this morning, I still look ghastly. Fluorescent lights should be banned.

I tell you what, though. If I'd known there was no coffee I probably wouldn't have bothered to drag myself in, 'Nut meeting or no 'Nut meeting.

And that's all. My head is too stopped up for thinking.