Morning Stiffie

Lord t'undering Jesus, how stiff are my legs this morning? The day after the day after is usually the worst for me, if memory serves ... which apparently it doesn't ... happy belated, CB.

Oh, and I seem to have latched on to one of those infamous post-marathon colds.

So if you see some short-haired, tall guy limping and coughing and muttering vowel sounds to himself (trying to learn phonology, I am), that's me.