The Crud

There prolly isn't going to be a lot of action around this blog for a bit. Went off to the Orchestra last night with a scratchy cough and during the clarinet concerto it somehow morphed into full-blown crud.

This is more than a common cold. This is an uncommon big-time crud. My head feels like somebody shot an arrow through it. Coughing and blowing major stuff. Cold. Miserable. Achey.  In bed even.

See y'all someday.