And into my chest. I have been knocked out with a terribly unattractive and pretty nasty chest cold. As it seems, has everyone else. Fred is home with the flu, PeeDee is on his way down, and Shilpa may be changing her name to Petree Dishi. 'Tis the season? I dunno. Maybe at one of our holiday parties someone was serving death on a cracker.
Instead of an office holiday lunch I'm staying in bed. I'll get to you after I get back up and steam my lungs.
In the mealtime, a little merry measure this morning from Alert Reader Ryan Mason:
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