The cold from hell.

I have the cold from hell. I can barely concentrate on the words I'm typing here.

And why does the worst of the cold hit me on my days off?

I'll try to write something later in the day, but if it doesn't happen, at least I've made my once a day entry.

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I'm still adjusting to the addition of the Sunday N.Y. Time's to my life.

I'm finding that I have time to read it if nothing else is happening much. I'm enjoying the longer form stories (not quite ready yet for the even longer New Yorker or Atlantic Monthly stories).
It's a refreshing change for the short snaps of the internet sites, and the truncated reprints.

Then again, I'm addicted to those little bursts of info from Huffington Post, and it's ilk.

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