It lives!

I'd like to say I'm on the mend, sadly I'm not. Didn' t get much sleep again last night, couldn't achieve a comfortable temperature, every sleeping position ached and when I did get off to sleep a racking cough would awaken me shortly thereafter. It feels rather like one of those cold-war movies in which the British spy is kept awake by the nasty Russian agent. I finally gave in to the inevitable and got up so the Fox could at least grab a couple of hourse decent sleep. Sunday morning television, I have discovered, is execrable.

By the way, while I remember it, a belated but nevertheless very happy birthday to hylandr.

Hmm, I'm starting to feel my concentration ebbing away so I think this would be a good point to close. TTFN.