Now we're going to be face to face, and I'll lay right down in my favorite place

My cold has found its groove and has not abated. Every time I think I'm getting better, I'm hit with a bout of fatigue or congestion settles into my head. I didn't do much of anything today, but I feel wiped out. I feel out of touch with everything and can not wait to get better. I did some yoga without passing out in exhaustion. It's a start.

I'm too tired to even write. And it's not even seven o'clock yet. There's nothing for it but to get in bed and watch a film and do some reading. I woke up this morning and couldn't get back to sleep, so I put my ipod on and floated off to some Gram Parsons. Then, when I woke up again, I switched to some George Jones and Tammy Wynette. The way I was feeling, I should have kept that up all day and never got out of bed.

With that, I will curl up under the blankets and wait this sonofabitch cold out.