you yourself are free
but who may abide
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We are now into Day Two of my annual cold. Maybe it’s because I forgot how bad it was last year, but I’m downright miserable.
The good doctor stopped by to watch 24 with me last night; unfortunately, I dropped off sometime during the opening credits and only woke up long enough to show him out. Blah, but I’m just not feeling well at all. And even though I was supposed to call J.M. as soon as the epihour ended, I didn’t wake up again until well past midnight.
Of course, this week’s misery is still well worth the weekend.