Nothing to report

The cold is apparently starting to go away. As my mother would say, it is maturing, which in PR vernacular means that now I am coughing it up. At least I am not running around with the damn runny nose. It is interesting that when I cough I think I am Sigourney Weaver in Alien.

Aside from that, life has been relatively calm, but I am looking forward to a stretch of time when there are no issues and everything is clear.