Me too, Linn. It has been almost two weeks and I am still pushing and pulling revolting crtap from my nose and throat.

Meantime, Micca (who is also sniffling) is on his way to the Press Room with Mrs. Morse.I am planted in front of the teli and computer with brain in neutral.

And who is responsible for the abundance of glow-in-the-dark religious icons, tiny penguins and teeny nuns taht are taking over my home? Where did the teeny tiny hand painted creche come from/ I am considering a new Year's bonfire with all that toxic plastic burning.

Are the glow in the dark ones radioactive?