I spent all of yesterday sneezing and sweating, and then last night I lost my voice. I sort of got it back this morning - squeaky and low - but I feel better after a long, long nap. I feel like I should take a walk to glimpse the last of the sunshine and reflect on Ted Kennedy's passing. One of the many pieces of legislation he worked on was the immigration act of 1965, which allowed my mother to petition to come to the U.S.
But I feel tired, tired from recent developments, tired from the cold meds, tired from the Doritos and Ben & Jerry's I had this morning for my Breakfast of Self-Pity. *bleah*
I hope you feel better soon. I may be having a Breakfast of Self-Pity in the morning. Chris leaves first thing. btw, thanks for sending the article. I haven't had a chance to read it but once he leaves things will settle down and I'll have time for reading again.