a quick cold note

While waiting for the radiation effects to appear, Rich has been hit with another treasure:  A vicious form of my cold, settling into his lungs and producing basso profundo coughing fits worthy of Boris Gudonov.  He has also been sleeping during the day, a rare event even on the worst of days.

But we're home.  I'm writing some, again.  Practicing, again.  Eating good local winter veggies, again.  None of this will last, but all of this is better than being stuck in the toilet.  I remember this, and laugh.

Candace