But there's only so much socks can do.

When I was small, there was a book of American folk nonsense in the school library. It was called The Hodgepodge Book, and I loved it. All sorts of bits of it stuck in my head, some of them even with source labeling. Anyway, one of them was the following couplet about traveling through Texas:

The sun has riz,
The sun has set,
And here we is
In Texas yet.

I am feeling that way about this stupid cold and its attendant voicelessness and phlegmishness and the way it ate this week's steady time and so on. Okay, done now, time for something else. Sigh.

At least I have stripedy fuzzy socks. That does salve my feelings considerably.