Stayed home today. During the night, someone replaced my head with a bowling ball. I did not want to get behind the wheel of a car.

Light classical station playing. Rossini's "Barber of Seville Overture". I hate to say it, but every time I hear it, all I can see is Bugs Bunny in a mantilla, fanning flirtatiously. "Can't you see that I'm much sweeter/I'm your little senoreeter."

"Rabbit of Seville." "What's Opera, Doc?"

I'm pretty sure I have that DVD somewhere...

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I tend to get these Readers Digest Condensed Colds, which are pretty much over in 24 hours. Fingers crossed--this is feeling like one of those colds. My throat has already moved from 'sore' to 'a little sore with occasional itchy and that grabby feeling that brings tears to your eyes.' I don't have a fever. Nose is stuffed and I can't taste much, and I'll be lucky if I have a nose left after all this blowing. But I feel better than I did this afternoon.

I just want to be OK by the weekend. OK?

One thing I learned tonight: my cordless phone knocks out my wireless internet reception. I can't talk on the phone and surf at the same time. Boo! Hiss!

Cubs are losing to the Brew Crew. Dammit.

I have updated the '70 Days and not even feeling a little warm' running tally. Almost a fifth of the way done, which isn't too horrible. I may need to kick the counting to the curb, though, because I have rethought the beginning along with several aspects of the plot and what is on the page is no longer what it needs to be. And I don't see the point in polishing new scenes when these old scenes need changing. I'll see how hard it is to keep track of old and new wordage.

Now, however, I think I'm just going to go to sleep.