In between inquiries as to whether or not I have bronchitis (dunno) (but there's both acute and chronic!, or so says Wikipedia), I've also managed to hack out some pretty spectacular castles in the air.
Last time I wrote I listed all of my ideas--some more baked than others. I'm trying to recognize when I'm pulling myself in all directions. It always ends with me staying in the same spot that I was when I started. This past week has been fairly not-so-good for things like progress with projects, what with the zombie death fugue state of last Tuesday.
(Currently watching the little black hurricane dog try to play with the cat. This frequently gets him smacked for his trouble. And then he jumps on Adam. Now he's tugging on the quilt. Oh little black hurricane dog, you are with the right people. Because he's been dumped by one family already. We're just crazy enough to want him because we know that anyone else would dump him again.)
Okay, enough inward directed nonsense for the moment. Outward directed nonsense will resume tomorrow.