Under the weather

Today's posting will be light, and that's being optimistic.

Eyes don't want to focus. Ears are ringing. Head is banging (on the inside, the not fun kind). Voice is verging on non-existence.

It's probably a cold aggravated by valiant jogging.

If it's bird flu, there's a 50% chance that the Oklahomilist will live to tell you so. Obviously this is a long-shot, but the image of the droppings of the devil-birds, who perch wickedly in the oak trees of the front yard, keeps repeating itself. A reminder to take the Merc to the car wash more frequently.

If we live.