I knew yesterday morning that something wasn't right. A few hours later, I knew something was definitely wrong. Despite my piles of comics and new prints, the company of my main man and a delightful baby, littlehp!, I felt grumpy, nauseated and like a monkey made of razors had taken up residence in my neck.
I am SICK. From my bed of crappitude I will attempt to do an SPX roundup sometime today.
The best part of returning was when B called me from the bathroom in a tentative voice to show me this:
So this morning I heard what I think was the plumber, though I expected more klongs and less bangs.
PS- until I get it together, go over to Topic and read the two newish stories. They are great.