Let's start this off with my apologies, friends. For the second week in a row I have failed you, and for the second week in a row the reason is my weakened husk. Ever since debarking the plane that carried me from Seattle to home, I have felt more and more ill, culminating in this weekend. I did not move more than 50 feet from my bed in three days. In that period I used up a double-sized box of Kleenex and went through about three gallons of orange juice. I wasn't even able to "enjoy" my sick time by getting some console love in, as I was too tired to do anything but lay in bed, dozing and occasionally making sounds like "bluh." I did make some progress on my DS backlog though, so I suppose there are silver linings everywhere.
The good news is that I'm past whatever malady had afflicted me, with only a slightly increased phlegm production to remind me never to fly again. Whatever it was... PAX pox, swine flu, or just plain ol' Con Crud... it should no longer affect my weekly duty to you after this evening. Once again, my sincere apologies for bowing to the ravages of biology run amok.
Right, enough of that. You'll never find a later recap, but so far I've never missed a day. Better late than never, right? RIGHT?