Healed

Quite obviously by the grace of God. And by drinking elderberry syrup with echinacea extract and taking zinc lozenges. And from all the sweet, sweet lovin' I've been receiving while in Boston. But whatever it was from, I'm not sick anymore... wahoo!

So, I just got back... went there for a brief visit, got surprised by a spur-of-the-moment trip up by Matt's buddy R.J. (R-jot-Day-jot?) from home... got trashed and had a blast, then cried because my hormones are out of whack (I swear, I'm a happy drunk-- not a crying drunk!), realized with glee that I'm on the rag (really with glee... as in hands-in-the-air-cheering-out-loud glee), took a couple of wrong turns because I wasn't paying attention, drove home in eight thousand hours of traffic, and am now doing the wash so I have some uniforms to wear to work this weekend.

Phew. I love these fast updates. Maybe soon I'll be able to post a funny blog entry soon... if I ever get funny again.

Ok. Peace out.