Somewhere between Cocoa Beach and Tallahasee (both of which are in Florida, for the geographically challenged), I picked up a nasty chest cold which gave me a lovely, oh-so-feminine, rattling, hacking cough, not to mention a wicked sore throat. Today my throat no longer hurts and the cough has taken on a somewhat less moist quality, but it seems to be moving up into my head, because now my nose keeps going back and forth between being completely stopped up to leaking uncontrollably. On the bright side, my voice has taken on a husky, raspy tone which I'm told is very sexy. Too bad you boys can't hear me.

Fortunately, I had the foresight to make a doctor's appointment for this afternoon before I went on my trip. Not that I predicted I'd return to my native state feeling about as well as all of the roadkill I passed along the way. It was simply time for my annual poking and prodding and bloodletting session which my doctor insists on putting me through before renewing my prescriptions for another year. Yay fun.

Since I have to leave for the doc's in about 45 minutes and I've still a lot of work-related catching up to do, I suppose this is the last you'll hear from me today. Any more vacation related musings will have to wait for tomorrow.

You're just on pins and needles, aren't you?