See What Really Happens When You Turn 40?

Minimal posting today. I started to feel this bug coming on yesterday afternoon. This morning I woke up literally doubled over with coughing and hacking. I can plainly feel the inflamation in my lungs and my throat feels like sand-paper. Given that, and given that its about 12 degrees outside with a howling north wind, I'm going back to bed, there alternately to doze and to continue reading Livy on the Second Punic War (Books XXI-XXX of his History, Penguin Classics, translation by Aubrey de Selincourt).

There are a few things I wanted to get covered today. For one, it is the 249th anniversary of Mozart's birthday. For another, it happens to be the 15th anniversary of the first (blind) date between self and the Butcher's Wife. It strikes me that both occasions are worthy of comment and I'd like to do so if I'm up to it later on.

In the meantime, cough! hack! urgh! (pant, pant) bleh.

Yip at you later.