The flu had left me, I thought, but it had instead retreated, only to return with reinforcements stationed now in my throat and sinuses, so this will be another early night, I suspect.

I should correct one note in yesterday's entry. I can well imagine that many of Josh's friends would be offended by my referring to them as "boys" and "girls." Those terms might sound more patronizing, more parental, more school-masterly than I intended, particularly when I consider their accomplishments. I let my attention -- not my respect -- lapse.

Now get your butts outta my fridge.

Okay, one last age item. This weekend I signed up on a web site that offered a way to create a links or weblog page (not Pita.com). At another site I keep a links page that I'm going to make over for this site, but I was curious about alternatives. I might have arrived at the page from a link on the weblog of Naked Eye, but I cannot find the page, I cannot recall its name, I forgot to record the URL, they didn't send a welcome e-mail, where are my glasses anyway, and why did I delete the history and so many of the cookies this weekend?

Another flu-shortened entry, I'm afraid.