A summer cold started creeping up on me at dinner on Saturday night, and now it has camped out in every soggy pore of my miserable body. I have but two consolations:
– My schedule is unexpectedly clear: I have no performances to see until Tuesday night and no deadlines to hit until Wednesday morning.
– My very first iPod (!) arrived in the mail on Saturday, and I’d already poured eighteen gigabytes of music into it by the time I started sneezing and dribbling.
Alas, I feel too crappy to do any of the serious blogging I’d planned for today. Outside of a brief street-level expedition to buy more Kleenex, I spent the whole of Saturday huddled in my loft, reading old Parker novels and shuffling randomly through the 2,800 songs currently inhabiting my iPod. That’s about all I’m good for at present, and I’ll be doing more of the same today.
If you haven’t looked at the right-hand column in the past few days, it’s full of new stuff. Otherwise, I promise to resume posting as soon as I’m up to it, but I’m not sure when that will be. Maybe Monday. Maybe next Monday….