I am apparently getting the big cold over with early. I hope it has had its way with me and will get bored with me soon. I took lots of naps today, played cards and wrote one heck of a piece of flash fiction: "In the End, We are Like our Fathers". It will see print in Unquiet Earth by Static Movement. I am very proud of this one. It came to me while I was cursing my state of unhealth and my boy's continuing struggle with his ailments. I hope all of you stay in good health. Stay true to yourselves and the great mother.