...well at least my throat is; I actually managed to sleep more or less non-stop from about midnight until about 7:30am this morning. That was seven hours of uninterrupted sleep....which hasn't happened since last Saturday night. Score!
Anyway, one of the benefits to not feeling well is that it helps you appreciate when you do feel well. I know, that sounds rather circular, but I definitely believe that it's true. Personally I am going to celebrate this notion by hitting the flea market at the old Sugarman's this morning. I probably won't buy anything, but I do like to just walk and look around. From there it will be some neglected yard work to fill out the afternoon.
Here's to enjoying the simple things in life. Oh, and for no reason what so ever, here's some Joni Mitchell ("I was a free man in Paris, I felt unfettered and alive..."):