'Oh, woe is me!'- Some minor character in every B-grade medieval period piece
Sometimes it all comes at you hot and heavy. It's like that today. I've a ton of paperwork and business management to get through, and look, I'm down with a bad cold and now it's cold and cloudy out, which means the barometric pressure is down, putting increased pressure on clogged and rebellious sinuses.
It's not good.
Of course, as those of you in business know, you can't just stop when you have a cold. Especially not since the other half of this team is actually out of doors in this inclement atmosphere, and if he has to slog it out in the elements, the least I can do is push on through, even if it does feel like one more cough is going to burst a blood vessel.
Or make an eyeball pop out.
Did I say it was clearing?
Well, not literally, but figuratively speaking. The Sydney Royal Easter Show is about to begin, probably my favourite of all the diversions I've been able to experience in this my lucky life. There's nothing else like it.
Now, a short spiel when I'm feeling rotten will not do justice to the affair, so I'm going to save that for tomorrow...or the next day. For now, I'm going to sign off and make a cup of tea. And have a beer. Oh, okay, I'm kidding about the beer, but I *am* going to make tea, and then get back to cataloguing.
Ta ta for now.