Yesterday my throat started itching. Overnight I had a terrible time getting to sleep or staying asleep. A 3 am wrong number didn't help, either. This morning I am at the beginning of a fairly serious chest cold, it feels like. I've already canceled plans with the kenscholes family, and may not even have the energy and focus to write today.
As a result, the usual wit and erudition are postponed to a later date.
On the plus side, I watched a DVD of Inglourious Basterds last night. Enjoyed it quite a bit.