Aches. Pains. Grimaces just like in the aspirin ads. I think it's over. It's been ten days. That's enough. I like the idea of the common cold - bundling up, laying in bed. Rum punch and bonbons... well do that, right? Well, it wasn't like that. But it's at least Friday. Sick Friday is better than sick Tuesday. Except you can't take Saturday off. That's like falling when you are already laying down. But that's autumn, right? The great laying down. The time of the return of the snooze.
⇒ The baseball playoffs are getting better than expected ratings. Maybe people are actually sick of the Yankees, Red Sox, Phillies and Giants. Maybe Detroit v. Milwaukee is the dream match up after all.
⇒ Like the Occupy Wall Street protesters, I don't know what to make of the Occupy Wall Street protesters. Sure, corporations are holding on to a trillion bucks and stagnating the economy but what does that have to do with bad camping?
⇒ "One parent compared the danger of imitation peanut butter to fake guns." Remind me to avoid all parent teacher committees. Oh, I do.
⇒ Sorta funny when you realize the province's economy is based on something like 40% transfer of tax payments from other Canadians.
⇒ The real news of the day. Thank God for the internet so I know that this occurred. Best. News. Ever.
That is it. A quiet week punctuated by Amazon book deliveries, cold medication taking and dreary weather reports. Ten weeks until the days start getting longer.