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25 february 2002

feet, check. head, check. lungs, well...

Yep, getting that flu shot did me a whole lot of good this year, didn't it? In reality, it likely took a few days off of last week's misery. I hadn't experienced a full-on flu in several years, but early last week I was certain that something was awry. Taking a deep breath hurt. My knees were sore. I was pooped, even after a good night's sleep.

Then I opened my mouth to speak. Let's just say that I've never been called, "sir" before. Bedtime for Kimmy!

And that, friends, is how I spent the rest of last week--in bed. Between recuperative snoozes, I read, watched some of the Olympics, drank as much tea as you can dump into Boston Harbor, and guzzled four cans of pineapple juice. Oh, and learned that Judges Mathis, Judy, Milian, Joe Brown, Hatchett, and some loud guy from Texas are all "a real judge, in a real courtroom."

Starring your litigants, real idiots. Every so often, I'd get tired of reading and couldn't nod back off, so I'd flip on the tv. If skiing wasn't on, I channel surfed to discover that a court show airs nearly every daytime hour in my viewing area. I guess those talk shows are old news. Now, people want to watch people who dated for four months sue one another for 200 dollars: 100 for the couch, and the rest for pain and suffering caused by his/her bitching. Or, my favorite:

"Yeah, your honor, we been dating for a month, and he done needed a cellphone so we could stay in touch, you know? His credit was real bad, so I gots him one on my account. Now, he done rang up a 900 dollar bill with PHONE SEX and then he call some other ho on the other side of town."

"She crazy, your honor."

It only took me a few minutes to rule in favor of another nap.

By Sunday, I was back on my feet and puttering at about 75 percent. With that, the site is ever so updated! We've got your new poems in lid. We've got an update on two fab-yoo-luss books in the Nobel Reading Project, and an update on the Official Bookstore of this endeavor! The traffic that the Reading Project alone generates to this site has surpised me.

We've also got the season's coldest cold front swinging southward midweek. Or so our weatherpeople say. We don't really listen to them anymore. As forecasts go, you're better off calling Miss Cleo.