One of those intestinal nasties got hold of me on Friday and I spent the weekend worshipping the porcelain throne, as the saying goes. The one bright spot was a lovely and unexpected package from Minnesota, from MJ. Uff-dah!

I'll probably be feeling great tomorrow morning, Monday, just in time to go back to work, wouldn't you know? (and don't give me any of that stuff about into each life some rain must fall, dammit!)

Jasmine knew I wasn't feeling well and came and lay down next to me. Thereby slowing down my mad dash to the bathroom, and causing me at one point to fall headlong down on the carpet. Not only sick, was I, but graceful as well.

So, I'll either be better tomorrow. Or not. The worst part is not being able to write. No, that's not the worst part. I'll leave it to your imagination.