Blech

Still sick. Sinuses are mounting a campaign of horror and destruction. Lungs are answering the battle call in hacks and fits of despair. It's a war in there. (Dar Williams reference, anyone?)

Random: I took Duke out for a walk this morning and as we walked down our block a low rumbling car engine could be heard coming toward us. It was very loud, it took an entire minute for the car making the sound to be seen after first hearing it. When it finally arrived I saw it was a Ferrari. A Ferrari! I have no idea what it was doing in our neighborhood, but you can bet your sweet fuel injectors that I'd not be driving my street hugging $200k sleek machine on potholed Brooklyn streets no matter how much I wanted to show off.

Time for lunch. Grilled cheese sandwich and creamy tomato soup is the only thing I can stomach right now. Lunch of second graders everywhere... and me.