Clayton asks:

The older I get… the more miserable a common cold makes me feel–and how quickly it does its dirty deed. This one took me from feeling okay–yesterday afternoon–to the “must sleep, even though my son is playing drums two rooms away” state–this afternoon. (He didn’t know that I had come home sick, and I was too weak to get out of bed to tell him that I was here.)

Maybe once the new house is built, I will become a full-time telecommuter, so that I am not exposed to everyone’s germs. Howard Hughes’s obssession looks less and less silly all the time. Or does that indicate that I am getting more and more silly with time?

The latter. 😉