Lying down to sleep
with this cold in my head -
drowning in bed.

No surprise I'm sick again with the bug that's been making it's way around the small office in which I work finally getting to me a few days ago. Of course, being sprayed by germs on the bus last month probably didn't improve my chances for good health here near the heart of February. Then there was the fellow sneezing in the elevator last week. Just me and him and the monster made of phlegm which squirmed behind the mask of his face, going up.

And coming down with the shivery chills and fever flushes of ague, a soft ache massaging my muscles, and the same viscous creature growing in the cavities of my skull.

Where does it all come from? I want to breathe!

What else?

Good news came in twos this Friday the 13th. First from Molly (Sarah's youngest and a sweeter creature you would be hard pressed to find) and then from my boss (it's nice to respect the man who signs your check). All that we here at Notes from a Life in Progress are revealing about these items at the moment is that they regard, respectively, health and money. More later. Maybe.

Hmmmmm. . . If it's already Friday the 13th of February, then February 4th must have come and gone right by. And no mention that, as a blogger, I turned 2 years old on that date.

Now we are two. In blog years, at least.