I have the flu. I resisted the truth, trying to call it an "upper respiratory infection", trying to assure myself I was feeling better each day, until I suddenly hit the wall flying and nearly passed out in the kitchen. One of the many perks of being self-employed -- you drive yourself until you're the walking dead. Thank heavens for strong spouses. Thank heavens, also, for Nyquil and Seven Up (no, not like a mixed drink -- Nyquil is only considered liquor in corner pharmacies near small town high schools).

My apologies to everyone for my late email/phone call/whatever. I have clinical depression, also, of course, so everything will take just a little longer than it does usually, which is problematic at best.

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