I haven't blogged even once this month?

The nutshell version is: spent a week and a half with my friend, Peggy, who was visiting from Connecticut, and have spent the last week and a half sick. Does that cover it? No? You want more? I'm always happy to supply every minute facet of my life in excruciating detail, but right now I have the mother of all earaches and a nose so stuffed that the simple act of swallowing makes me feel as if all my insides are being sucked up into my head. What? Too much information? You can't have it both ways, boys and girls - either you get the gruesome details or you get nothing. Since I'm shivering under my warm jammies covered by a robe covered by a huge, thick sweater and my fingers are like icicles on the keyboard, I think we're going to have to end here and hope that I have more energy and wit tomorrow; day 11 of this unfortunate malady (of which many people are currently suffering). So I bid you adieu, buenos noches, laila tov, dosvidanya (sp?) and good night until we speak again...