So the cold that I had last weekend has morphed into something else that seems determined to beat the crap out of me. I had chills, aches and pains and then a fever. My regular doctor, the colossal South African, was unavailable so I went to see my wife's doctor this morning and she sent me for chest X-rays and bloodwork because she suspects I have pneumonia.
My wife, on the other hand, disagrees. She thinks it's viral meningitus.
The Titanic sank exactly 100 years ago this evening and right about now I wish I'd been on it. At least there'd have been drinks and a band playing.
If I survive the night I promise I'll post more pictures.
I've been here and there. I've drawn a lot of pictures. I've written a bit, too. I'm not good at this self-promotion thing. Look, you want to know about me? just visit these websites. Okay?