I am sick. It is 10 degrees, with a few more inches of snow on the way. I am staying in bed today, as I did yesterday, trying to kick this “thing’s” ass. Which is why I am so grateful to have a fun book to read. Yesterday, I started, and couldn’t put down, The Girl on the Train. It’s a murder mystery, which normally is not my kind of book, but I’m completely into this one. I got up because I think I hacked up a lung, and had to dispose of it. Now I am going back to sleep. That is all.