I'm under the weather today.
Am following a time-tested cure of sleeping interspersed with staring at the ceiling.
I did manage to read a Wall Street Journal article about traffic accidents in Belgium where the traffic experts bridle at the thought of stop signs at intersections. The best part of the story was the revelation that once upon a time, the person with the more expensive carriage or the higher social status had the right of way.
I'd like to meet the genius who thought of that.
Last night, I tapped out some posts on management issues but they're being held off by an iron rule: Don't post anything that looks good when you are ill.
Some items may be posted later once the steroids kick in.
Ignore anything involving cold medicine and visions of giant woodchucks.