The Dribbling

You know, The Dribbling. Kind of like "The Vanishing," except with no coffin. And no one speaks French. Or freaks out because the story is so scary or morbidly perverse.

The Dribbling concerns my brief absence from The Blahg. I'm busy reading about categorization and editing radio news shorts about tarballs. And also possibly coming down with some sort of flu-ish illness, which is the first time in I can't remember how long.

A fuller report is forthcoming.

Dribble.

Comments

[Marie]

Dribble on my wayward son. There'll be peace when you are done. Well, no, not really. But, it sounds good anyway.

[judy b.]

Well, between the new job and the new semester - all those new vectors in your sphere - it's no surprise. Hope you're feeling better soon. If you're still hovering on the edge of the flu, you might try Oscillococcinum. It's worked for me several times. That + sleep.