In good news, my back is almost better.

In bad news, I seem to have caught something from one of my plague-ridden patrons (or perhaps one of my plague-ridden colleagues).  The past twelve hours have been spent in a steep decline, made bearable only with infusions of herbal tea, chicken soup, and TheraFlu.

Speaking of herbal tea, I made an unusual discovery today when I went to my locker to get my stash of honey:
















That’s right; my honey supply had mutated into solid and semi-solid components.  Neat!  I mean, you know … neat but WEIRD.

Anyway, I have all of next week off.  So I’ll have some time to break through the congestion in my head and heal my voice so that I no longer sound like a 12-year-old boy going through puberty.