Old Times

For most of this week, I've been suffering through a bronchial setback -- a wheezing, coughing, Barry White-voiced thing that my friend Nick refers to as "the manx." (As far as I know, that's only a kind of cat, but it still makes me laugh out loud.)

But with a few deadlines passed, and the weekend (essentially) here, and not much to do but wheeze, I'm going to post probably three or four things in the coming hours. It will be just like old times.