Over the last few weeks, I’ve been feeling pretty crummy. Seems my beautiful daughter decided to bring home a cold (this after the illness that caused her trip to the hospital), which she shook off in a few days, and laid me low for weeks.

Oddly the d*mned thing seems to have lodged in my throat, like a bad meal that just can’t be swallowed. I don’t talk, I squeek. And I’m having a heckuva time sleeping…I don’t know if there’s such a thing as flu-induced apnea, but every fifteen minutes or so I wake up with the terrifying sensation that I can’t breathe - in or out, it seems pretty catholic in its effects. After a night’s “sleep” like that, about the only thing I’ve been good for during the day is to fall asleep in front of the computer…of course, I have this built-in alarm clock to keep me from napping too long; the sensation that I can’t breathe is a powerful inducemnent to groggy wakefullness.

Annie, bless her hide, decided to try a treatment used on asmatic children to see if it would help; worked like a charm, thank heavens. Last night I got the best sleep I’ve had in quite literally weeks. Of course, I won’t be able to join the Olympic team with the whiff of steroids in my system, but anyone who’s met me and knows my body type can be pretty sure I won’t be making anything other than maybe the bowling team anyway…

So maybe over the next few days I can catch up on some of my sleep, and get back to actually getting some things done around here and around the website. In the meantime, if anyone discovers a cure for the common flu, lemme know. I’m in the market.