Lloyd and I have been nursing some sort of cold/sinus infection/allergy nastiness since our Christmas travels. Let me just say that the people who inform us that we have x many miles of intestine, skin, etc. have way underestimated the amount (and capacity) of sinus cavities. When the neighbor came over Saturday to watch the Cotton Bowl with Lloyd , he brought a box of tissues as a hostess gift.
Nebraska lost, but Lloyd didn’t weep too hard. He’s been in a sort of quasi-mourning since Tom Osborne retired from coaching. Oh well, there’s always next year.
The word of the day for January 3, 2007 is “catarrh” — inflammation of a mucous membrane; especially : one chronically affecting the human nose and air passages.
Our quote for today is from: John Webster (1580?–1634), The Duchess of Malfi:
DUCH. I forgive them: The apoplexy, catarrh, or cough o’ th’ lungs,;^)
Would do as much as they do.
BOS. Doth not death fright you?
DUCH. Who would be afraid on ’t,
Knowing to meet such excellent company
In th’ other world?
