Yeech!

Rain all night, then the fog rolled back in with a cool front, so now it's dark and damp and nasty. In classic fashion, I think I'm getting a head cold, so I'm popping zinc lozenges, for lack of anything better, and hoping for the best. The Daughter called to say her flight tomorrow (which routed through -- you guessed it -- Denver) was cancelled, so The Wife somehow got her on the only remaining seat on any airline flying into New Orleans tomorrow. She won't tell me what it cost. The weather is supposed to clear up at some point, but I sure don't see any sign of that from where I'm sitting. Another day off the bike and I will be sick for sure. Don't know why, but that's just how it usually works out.

So it's 1 p.m. and I'm the only one left at the office, as usual. The whole place is basically a ghost town now, and I'm about ready to pack it in myself if I can convince the workaholic to do likewise.