It snowed here in North Carolina the past day. In this part of the state, snow usually means one or two inches, which generally melts by the afternoon. This time we got sixteen inches, and it's not going anywhere for awhile. Here's a pic of the homestead, sheathed in its slushy mantle: But I'm not outside playing in the white stuff because I've been sick since Tuesday night. Not fun. Don't feel much like writing, or much of anything else, actually. I just sit around coughing and trying to find a position that's slightly less uncomfortable. Even reading is pretty unrewarding, as I'm not concentrating particularly well at the moment. I rarely watch TV on Friday nights, as that's prime writing time, since I don't have to get up for work the next day. But TV's looking like an easy option to kill some mindless hours while I wait for my gray matter to come back together again. So, let's see, what looks good in the TV listing . . . The Great American Celebrity Spelling Bee? WTF! Are they serious? No, I must be delerious.