Even Muse is taken out by the half-cold. At least I made it out of bed and am heading to work. Muse is still snuggled under the duvet, plotting world domination. I'm not going to be the one to break her psychotic bubble - not if I want peace during the half-cold.
Books are still being devoured. Might review a book later - at least it's a form of writing. Off to work I go.