sciatrix | can't sleep cold will get me

I returned from Galveston with a nasty head cold that has only gotten worse in the intervening hours, so today I am home sick and rolling around on the couch, slow blinking through the glasses I somehow managed to gouge scratches in over the left eye and trying to work out how to think through about two inches of mucous. I am resolutely taking my Dayquil, which historically does bad things to my brain-to-words filter, so... look forward to me watching the beginning of The Good Doctor and liveblogging shit as it occurs to me, I guess. I was doing a lot of DWing on phone yesterday--my colleage D helpfully drove all the way back from Galveston to Austin with Tribble and his husky baby Arya in the back seat--and I think as long as I route everything through my mobile-friendly theme, it's okay.

Also, I remain completely in love with posting and replying via email. That is magical. It is the most useful thing for mobile, I swear to god, because if the browser dies your email draft remains saved.

Sick-person solidarity to

staranise, who I hear is also battling the cold monsters, and a more general joy-in-others'-joy to

siderea whose upcoming move sounds like a great change for the better.