(An update: On Wednesday last, I caught the cold that the kids had been kind enough to share. By Friday morning, I couldn't get out of bed, if only because I kept falling asleep and didn't want to fall down on anything harder than my mattress. End of story: bronchitis, sinusitis and a scary eardrum. I'm on drugs now and have more sprays and unguents than a person probably should. Still, I have stopped feeling worse. So there's that.
(Admittedly, that's probably more than you wanted to know. Sorry. I once had an editor point out that illness makes me loquatious. He wasn't wrong.
(Right. So, my point: things are moving slowly if at all. Hence, a short list of "many things," because I haven't been spending much time in front of the machine. Which is also why I probably owe you email.)
* I just... go look.
* This exhibit scared the poo out of me as a kid. Apparently, it made an impression on others, too.
* Even the idea of this makes me queasy.
* What the "Real Housewives" can teach us.