It's still Sunday for another ninety minutes, so I'm not late. And I've already made it very clear that you can never have too many titmice, so here's another, in the February snow that already feels like so last season.
I didn't have any terrible side effects from my Fauci Ouchie -- no headache or body aches or chills -- except for feeling tired. Very very tired. Transcontinental jet lag tired. Crossing the International Date Line tired. I'm fine today, but working on a group project yesterday with no functioning neurons was an interesting experience.