Yeah, okay, so I'm a week late. So sue me.

I spent New Year's Eve getting ill - a nasty wind blew in to So Cal and I got it all up my snoot, leading to much sneezing, coughing, etcetera. Then came freezing weather, rains galore, and cold cold cold. But now I'm feeling much better, though, thankyouverymuch.

So much so that I'm committed to taking 4 Kung Fu classes this week. (There go my three days off work!!!)

Anyway - domy, I found your envelope - I'll mail you my card, belated though it is.

Rando, please send me an email. Christineash @ sbcglobal . net without the spaces. I can't find yours and I want to write to you.

So - what did I do while laid up, you ask? Since my every movement caused huge coughing, I sat on the couch and vegged - watching seasons 7, 8 and 9 of America's Next Top Model for two plus days.

Okay. If I had been in my right mind, I wouldn't have watched. But I wasn't, okay? I was on Nyquil. Dayquil. Whatever. I couldn't write to save my life. And I must say, the show was fascinating, a world I'll never ever enter, but do understand completely having had feet in parts of it myself. (Commercial actress, print model a couple times, voiceover work, etcetera etcetera etcetera.)

Usually New Year posts are about resolutions. Mine is about ANTM.

So sue me.

Oh. Today I caught an episode of Carson Kressley's new show, something about Feeling Good About Yourself Naked. But that's a whole 'nother post which I probably won't get to.

Love and light to all you wonderful folks out there!