So, in the past 31 days I have had the flu, a norovirus, and a common (through very nasty) cold. I have now completed the trifecta of viruses. I've also used up more than half my sick days in the first three months. Boo.

Although starting the day today was hell, once I got going it felt absolutely GREAT to be actually DOING things again. Despite it being a somewhat busy day, I felt totally on top of things. New hardware is arriving at work for me to play with, which should make for an entertaining week or two. W00t.

Since mom and others have asked about the bread, allow me to ruminate. Sunday was my second attempt. The first wasn't very good, and my co-workers suggested our yeast was dead. Replacing it has worked wonders (though I might use a little bit more next time to get faster/more rising). The bread was delicious. Honey-rosemary is an excellent, versatile flavour and it goes good as grilled-cheese, peanut-butter and jam, or just warmed up with some butter. The first loaf disappeared quickly and there's a second loaf in the freezer ready to be devoured. I'll definitely do this again from time to time. Regrettably, it's hardly economical: fresh bread is available daily from the local bakery at less than $2 a loaf. Whatever... mine's better...

Now that there's some actual sunlight out there, including in the evenings, I find my mood improving quickly. It's a good feeling.

News flash: man makes racoon butt-shelf to improve animal's comfort while waiting for rescue.

A lot of American Corporations have fallen on hard times. Even Lexcorp is looking for a bailout.

An awesome secret wine cellar.

And in closing: long socks are totally sexy. Angela and I really have to visit Portland.

UPDATE: I must have some of these magnetic light mines.