It must be winter

Arlene is sick. Thomas is sick. Matthew is sick. I don’t feel well, although it’s sort of a proto-sick state rather than full-blown winter ick. Thus, instead of teaching 300 people about Windows security in Redmond (like I was supposed to be today through Saturday), I’m hiding in my basement, popping Sudafed like Rush Limbaugh and trying valiantly to cut through the cloud of fuzz that seems to have enveloped me.