I'm back from the dark continent of my closets but I'm sick. Danny got a cold last week end and the inevitable happened...I caught it. Maybe the tile setter who worked on the house last week despite sneezing and mopping his nose every couple of minutes did us in or maybe the extreme cold snap we endured for five days was the culprit. At any rate we're swigging Nyquil and Daytril and swallowing vitamin C and zinc and occasionally moaning. My throat hurts and I can't think clearly. In fact I'm too dizzy to continue typing, so I'll say farewell again. Just wanted you to know I was still around.
More tomorrow if I feel better. Ta