Well, I know why I couldn't sleep now.

Sick, sick, horrendously sick. The annual head cold, a holiday tradition in this household, has come for me. Sniffle.

Been housebound and kind of dumb since Sunday afternoon, pretty much just reading funny stuff on the Internet and blowing my nose and eating spicy takeout and napping. I will definitely not be attending the By Divine Right show I was going to be at tonight. All has been boo and hoo.

Thing is, this afternoon my ears are still terrifically clogged, but I woke up in possession of 1) a brain and 2) a sense of humour again. All the tom kha soup and curry must be working. Things appear to be on the upswing.

Also...there is no way I could be in a cranky sick mood in the face of this:


Photo courtesy matociquala, who loves me and wants me to be happy.

What's that, you ask?

The December Locus Magazine books sold page, with a big red football-play MS Paint circle drawn on it by yours truly.

I could not tell you why, but of all things? This, this feels like a milestone.