I seem to be having my usual "Ring the New Year in With a Whimper" horrid cold. I've even been running a fever, which makes things just THAT MUCH MORE SURREAL in my life. Like, um, just now, I found myself saying, "Starve a Cold, Feed a Beagle."
Woohee. Maybe I should take less cold medicine.
On the plus side, I've lost three pounds. Another two-and-a-half pounds and I'll be back to the weight I was at when I started my diet last March. (Not that I'm bitter. Much.)