I'm sitting here in the dark wearing a sweatshirt, sweatpants, wrapped in a blanket and shivering.

If you haven't been sick in awhile, I can assure you that it still sucks balls. (Nasty old-man ones, to be specific.)

I've been laying low and don't have much to say at the moment. But I do have a fun riddle for you:

Q: What kind of drawing can you not hang on your refrigerator?

A: The kind your son permanently scratches into the frosted glass door of your recently remodeled bathroom.

I failed to see the humor in it, too. (I put some black paper behind it to bring out the fine detail of his work.) This isn't the only thing on the door. It's more of a mural that goes as high as his little arms can reach.

When I'm feeling better I'll try to conduct an interview with the artist about this this new form of art that makes Daddy sad.