My New Year So Far

I'm starting of 2017 sick as a dog. Somewhere at the end of 2016, I picked up a vicious cold -- probably in that horrible Motel 6 in Jackson, MS. Apparently it plans to never let me go.

I'm drinking plenty of tea and honey, and huddling under blankets. I may switch to tea and brandy here in a bit.

This does not bode well for the new year.

Grumble.

(See also this: Why 2017 will be a bad year)