Nursing my annual cold...

In order to be properly rested for Tuesday, that I may fittingly begin my Lent with a good Mardi Gras, I am forced to rest, drink plenty of fluids, etc.

The cold did not stop me from going to The Martini House for a magnificent dinner last night (so long as my sense of smell lasted, which it did, I was determined to enjoy, which I did).

But now I must pay the piper, at least if there is going to be some more piping on Tuesday, so back to bed go I.

Perhaps in a moment of restlessness, I will take it out on you, dear reader, and rant. We'll see.