Better, but not yet good

My cold, that is. Thanks for all the good wishes, they seem to be working.

I'm dragging along at half-speed these days, glad that the knife has been removed from my sinuses, but still going through a pocket-packet of tissues every day. The cold has coincided with the end-phase of a competition that I'm working on with my horseracing buddies G and U, so I have not been able to take as much time off as I would have liked. Fortunately, our mutual friend A has agreed to join the team as of tomorrow morning, so I hope to continue to work only a reasonable number of hours per day.

Thank God, the washing machine has just stopped, now I can go to bed. Sweet dreams be yours, my dears, if dreams there be.