(not Id - but thanks to the flickr user whom I'm boosting the photo from)
And I have been nursing a cold at the same damn time. When people ask me in a few years where I was and what I was doing when The Nightmare Ended, I'm going to look as ugly as a Conservative Republican Troll. My memories of this week are going to be horrific things. Blister packs of pseudoephedrine, acetomenophen, cough drops, Muscinex, piles of kleenex, licking my lips and tasting salt all the time, & hot showers with freezing extremities.
When not on the roof with a bricklayer's hammer, a bag of salt, and an oxy-acetylene torch (& a bucket of water), I've been on the sofa with the Mac and TV going, usually playing C-Span and X-Com in DOSBox.