No, really, nothing that exciting. And nothing that a horse-pill-sized antibiotic seven or eight times a day hasn't slowly been curing. Did I mention s-l-o-w-l-y?

Sam mentioned to me this morning that I looked less pathetic today than I did yesterday; in fact, less pathetic with each passing day. Ah, Sam, you really know how to flatter a girl!

So I'm still playing catch up and getting back into the work groove. And at the rate I'm going, I should be able to resume a normal (ok, normal for me) schedule (working any 18 hours of the day I choose) sometime in the next three to six months. For now, 10 to 12 hours per day will have to do.

And thank you to everyone who sent such sweet thoughts after my Mama Lee's passing. The services in her honor were lovely and people came from all over the country to pay their respects. I saw extended family that I had not seen since I left Texas 20 years ago. And I also remembered why I left Texas, although the similarities between Dallas (where I grew up) and Seymour (where my grandparents lived) are um...what's the word I'm looking for...non-existent. But it was good to be there. And I'm happy she's next to Granddaddy again.