Addendum to the standard protocol: antibiotics, ibuprofen, liquids, quarantine and regular applications of Arrested Development and sushi. AD and sushi are a very important part of the healing process.

I'm feeling better relative to yesterday, decent enough to turn on the news and see what was happening in the world.

According to the intarweb, King Bill's running. This is awesome, not because I am reduced to fangirlish fawning whenever he's in the building (that is reserved for when Bingaman comes around; St. Pete is met with quiet awe, or quiet or awe, but mostly quiet). No. This isn't the fan girl in me. This is bigger than my inner politico geek. This is going to be great for the state. Are you kidding me? This is going to raise the 505's profile. Until he is washed out in a wave on Super Tuesday (. . . whaaaa?), Richardson will be the face of New Mexico, and I am looking forward to the hundreds of interviews featuring the fifth graf nugget: "New Mexico was the 47th state to enter the union, and has not been a part of Mexico for over 150 years."

Seriously. Chocolate-covered banana for every reference you find.

Also, there's supposed to be a snow storm? Headed straight for us? Has Albuquerque dead in its sites? Anyone else heard of this?

That's all I've got. I'm popping some Advil and going to bed.