Bass da Tisch-ewes

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.)