There is a 17 lb weight holding me down. It is called Dayle.

I may be catching something, but hopefully I’m not.

Not much appetite right now, although I did eat some dinner. My head is very muddy, however, and I may just nap on the couch from now until bedtime. Actually, I might ask Adam to make me some tea. Tea would be nice. It is storming and nasty again outside, I can hear the snow beating against the windows and the wind whooshing through the alley between buildings.