I hate to be idle when Terry’s away, but I probably don’t have much blogging in me this week. Up until last night, I had been working full-throttle against various deadlines with the full cooperation of my health. Within about 12 hours of my being clear and free, however, things broke down throatwise, and I spent today sick in bed. It wasn’t the worst day I ever picked to get sick; in between bouts of that ultimate medicine sleep, I found distractions both on the ice and on the page. More to say about the latter soon, I’m sure. Just to remove the element of suspense, I like it, I really like it, though it’s also the case that it has seemed heaven-sent for convalescence–the soothing literary equivalent of tea and honeyed toast on a tray.
Planning to rally and report for duty tomorrow morning, so I’m for bed now. I’ll at the very least check in tomorrow night. Meantime, check out our confr