I suppose today was Sunday, wasn’t it? I did the New York Times crossword — though was taken a little aback to find “sext” as one of the answers, to the even worse clue “Send some pixxx?” — and I wrote something:
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No mean feat, that, considering how cold and noisy the Panera Bread my weekly writing group meets in these days was.
Tonight, I’m reading comics and turning in early. The cold, or at least the cough, is still there, though much improved. (Or, rather, I’m much improved, and the cold…well, you know what I meant.) I’m not even bothering with the Oscars.