Afternoon y'all. I think my two weeks of being an absolute mess are over. Besides getting my wisdom teeth out and being pretty much useless week before last, last week I caught the flu. I finally took half a day Thursday and a whole day Friday, and it's possible I will be back to normal by tomorrow. At least the snot monster and the fever demon have been chased away by a combo of Zicam and Theraflu.

I should not have to clean when I've just recovered, it's beautiful outside, and Oz is throwing himself at the door.

My boss when I called in Thursday "STAY HOME! They can survive without you!"

I went running with a coworker, which was nice, because it was something of a workout but I'm not exhausted (and I could keep up and she's younger and fitter than I am). But now I have to work, boo!

yay for better ita.

I want breakfast delivery.

but scince a neighbor brought soup and the mom of the kid that Matt is teaching how to build a guitar brought bread and marmalade we have dinner yay

Serious condition + shrapnel head wounds = not good for the ABC guys. NPR has been having all these sad stories about brain injuries among wounded Iraq veterans.

The Times did a couple of profiles too. Of course, most of the people coming out with serious brain damage are the people who would, 20 years ago, have died of their wounds.

The CNN report a bit ago said the ABC guys were wearing helmets and safety goggles (can't remember the name -- sharp-object-resistant glasses) and kevlar, so it sounds like they did everything they could have done to protect themselves, at least.

You all remember that Time Magazine reporter who caught an incoming grenade, and threw it back? Dude lost his hand, but probably saved the lives of everybody in the truck. Ah, here he is (scroll down): Michael Weisskopf. [link]

TROGDOR!!! Burninating the villages...burninating the peasants!

Ha! Now I'm all singing this to myself. Tagline change might be in order.

Nutty! You were in a dream I had about a week ago. We were building a stone fence and it was a very frustrating experience between the giggling spells. I must say you were much better at the process, but we both had mortar chunks in the hair and looked like Lucy impressionists. The fence didn't look half bad.

Can we take up a collection to buy me this? I promise to always have room for buffistas.

From Worth1000, anachronistric photos: [link]

The one of General Sherman and his rocket launcher made me laugh. I also liked the Starfleet Dauntless dive bombers.

it was a very frustrating experience between the giggling spells.

This sounds like an accurate representation of my life.

Holy crap, Daisy -- that's so cheap! And cute! I think I may admit that I will actually need to leave NYC to Own Property.