Well, I've been down with the flu for the past few days, which is my lame excuse for not having written anything. Today I've pretty much done nothing but sleep, and now I'm watching bad TV and relaxing on the couch, since I don't seem to have brain cells for anything else.

My Christmas break has, as usual, evaporated. I didn't accomplish nearly a quarter of what I'd hoped to get done, but that's all right; I had a good rest and a good time, and I'm ready to go back, especially with all the fun projects I've got on my plate.

But for this evening, I'm not thinking about that - I'm just thinking about bad TV . . .