Comin' atchoo

New Year's Eve, I was in bed early with a tall, gorgeous glass of orange juice. My nose was scratchy, so I popped some pills, upped my fluids . . . and woke up cloggy but feeling pretty good Monday.

Late in the day, things went south and then southernmost, so I was at the house only briefly Tuesday.

Roy wanted me to come over and look at his paint tests, and then see the start of the wash on the wood wall in the den.

I looked but kept my distance -- as I did with Arnold, Mr. B and Nate staking out the yard, and with Hank and Ray grouting the upstairs bath.

I saw, smiled, sneezed and went home to bed.