Stone Cold

What's better than coming down with a cold? Coming down with a cold in the middle of a heatwave.

The mini-Beach Ghost decided to bequeath me an early Father's Day present (which she got for half off from MLW), which has reduced my mental capacity to about an eighth-grade level. (Jokes about how this is a slight step from my normal mental state will be summarily ignored, thangyewverymuch.)

It's not often that I come home after work and say to myself, "Gee, I think I want to spend the next 4 1/2 hours sitting on the couch watching TV." But that's what I was reduced to.

The Beach Ghostlette, on the other hand, didn't seem to be disturbed in the slightest by her own bout with the bug. Go figure.