I am getting over the cold. You know how it is: one morning you wake up and you can more or less breathe. Another morning you wake up, and you don’t feel like death warmed over. There’s still the inertia to get over. I suppose I have the energy to do a bunch of housework today, but I don’t have the will to do it. I haven’t gotten everything done this week, but I’ve gotten enough done. I don’t think Sparks is going to trade me in.
And I have the energy to ramble again, which is lovely.