The Plague continues to run rampant through my immune system. It can really go away now. Really. Mind you, it's been less than a week, so perhaps I'm being optimistic. It seems to be getting worse rather than better, sadly. At least I still have my voice, although this morning was a close thing. It's also putting my mood in the toilet.
In random news, I think winter was just having us on. It was two months late in coming, which means it's not really spring right now. What we saw two weeks ago was the January thaw, two months late. :P
Today I am catching up on Skywatch, the new incarnation of Bluebook. Well, I'm not so much catching up as playing "I refuse to get behind this time around." I have two posts out of five written. Next up is Kay, whom I haven't tormented in nearly long enough, then Bradshaw, and then maybe Dervish, if I can remember what the poor guy's personality is like.
Last night's dinner, in spite of my worries, went really well. One of the girls ended up not coming due to some random illness, and so I got to have a chat with the older sister, who is now twenty-three or twenty-four, and is a teacher at LaSalle High School. I hadn't seen her in about a year and a half, and I must say she's matured into quite a lovely young woman: funny and sarcastic and generally quite fun to be around. She's also over the hero-worship phase, which is very much a relief.
Theirs is a loud family, however, and with my quasi-laryngitis last night it was a little hard to make myself heard. However, they carried the conversation quite nicely, and we all had a very good time, I think. I finally managed to extricate myself just before midnight, which made for rather a late night for me. Still, it was nice, and I'm glad I sucked it up and went. :)
Today I have resolved to be at least moderately productive. A micromanagement post is already in the works. I can't believe it's 10:30 already, but I suppose that's what happens when you sleep in until 9:15.
