It’s Sunday, and the farookin’ cold is still hangin’ on. It should be a Comfy Chair and Book Day, but shortly I shall be heading off to the Post, where it is my turn to tend bar. From what I hear, several of the Usual Suspects are also similarly afflicted, so it promises to be a Genuine Wheezeatorium, with lots of hand washing.
It could be a long day.
Then again, maybe a couple hours with the Usuals will jolt my creativity meter off Dead Solid Zero.