There’s no beating around the bush (or whatever), it’s been a rough week. Rough couple of weeks, to be honest, but also an entirely expected scenario. Granted, neither plague nor flu – even though my body has made relatively short of both – was on the books, so Swamped Month Number One got progressively worse. I’ll be glad it’s over, too bad February has twenty-nine days this year. Oh well.

Weekend, I salute you. And I’ll do my best to rest and catch up, without one ruining the other. That’s a paradox, but I’ll take it. What choice is there?