Nasty cold/flu, day 3
Feeling better, though last night I really just wanted to crawl into bed. Got the letter out to the Trust requesting assistance with automotive woes (finally) via fax this am, after finishing it last night. Stooopid Windows Millenium -- crashed while I was faxing and the whole reboot-redo made me late to work. (Making up the time via shorter lunch). BG back under control, though, with the help of medication.

I've moved on to "Post Commander", the second of Patrick O'Brien's Jack Aubrey books. You can hear the timbers creak and smell the salt air -- wonderful cracking good stuff.