Wah wah wah. I think I do have a cold. It's at the stingy eyes, weird poolwater up the nose sensation, neckheadache stage. AKA, beginning of the Whineathon.

sarameg and I can form the whinings-club. Which do you prefer to be, president, treasurer, secretary, just-an-ordinary-member, or why-do-you-bother-me-with-such-nonsense?

Um, I mean, I hope you feel better, and soon. Even sooner than my deadline.

I suspect whining would derail the nomination process...

I hope your deadline is met without too much more trauma.

I've at least vacuumed and mopped. And cleaned the tub. And gorcery shopped. I did want to go down to the odd art museum (name escapes me at a moment) down on the harbor this weekend, but that didn't happen. Not much happened, actually.

Well, my deadline trauma amount depends on how much Word will cooperate, and how many mistakes I have to track down manually in the data that people sent me. Compared to the amount of ammunition chocolate I've stored, of course. We'll see.

Also, you've accomplished really a lot for a self-proclaimed whiner. I will not sentence you to three cheerful sentences, but only because the museum was missed, and because I think calling a museum "odd" is lovely in and of itself.

I'm sorry you have to be working, Nilly, but glad you are here hanging out with is a bit.

I hope your cold is short lived, sarameg.

Lee!

The one upside of working now is that I let myself play online with you guys. If I'm here when my timezone says I shouldn't, at least I can get some fun, while I'm at it.

How are you doing?

AVAM. American Visionary Art Museum. It was making me crazy to not recall.

I'm whiny, too! But at least I'm doing laundry, so I'll have clean underwear for tomorrow.

AVAM

That's a nice name. It's almost as if the museum is called "Vrooom", only not. Well, maybe only in my head.

Jesse! Clean laundry can't stop true whine! All it can do is delay it for a while.

Laundry is a key source of whining for me, but it's done now!