Nothing quite like not being able to breathe first thing in the morning.

Actually, it's not quite that bad, but I woke up coughing and tight-chested, which are the symptoms Dave complained of before he went on his road of pain this weekend. Fortunately, I defused most of it by sitting in the bathroom with the shower running full blast for about fifteen minutes, but I'm not going to take any chances: I'm working from home today. (Thank goodness I had the presence of mind to put my files on CD on Friday morning.)

I don't remember my dreams from last night except for one moment: I very distinctly remember being disappointed that mihrimah had removed me from her Friends list. Odd, that.

Work in progress

( A tentative schedule )