Kind of a slow day for me. This cold I have is kicking my butt. I ended up sleeping a little later than usual. Was kind of neat putting on the TV and seeing the Pope arrive at the U.S.A.'s white house.
Now I'm watching some shows I recorded last night, in between coughing my lungs out and blowing my nose. I wonder if a person's chest is suppose to squeak when they breath. And not in a sexy, funky way.
So, today will be spent quietly in my big reclining chair, resting.
On the book front, I will keep writing and trying to get projects closer to finishing.
Have a wonderful day.