Strange days.

Yesterday, I swept out the floor of my closet and by the end of it, I was sneezing, leading me to believe--indeed, confirming my lifelong belief--that I am allergic to housework. Alas. I continued to sneeze all night, which led me to the inexorable conclusion that I must take an antihistamine. But lo, twas not allergies, but a summer cold. Yes! the Dread Summer Cold Roberts! Whatever is to be done with but take DayQuil and stare at one's computer screen:

and madly edit code which seems to shapeshift like a chameleon or Proteus or some other shapeshifter: embed it into this platform, and the code gets scrubbed. Embed it into another, and all the links lead back to a single target. Embed it into the platform for which you intended it, and it is entirely dysfunctional. DayQuil haze? or is html the fruits of the devil?

Meanwhile, tonight, after attending a training session on workplace grievances (but who needs training? [rim shot]), I came home and am now watching a weird movie called Alex Rider: Operation Stormbreaker, which has Alex Pettyfer, of Magic Mike fame, but also Bill Nighy, Ewan MacGregor, Robbie Coltrane, Stephen Fry, Missy Pyle, Damian Lewis, Andy Serkis, and--get this--Alicia Silverstone as a mom or way big sister or something. It's like a collage of Sherlock Holmes, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Harry Potter, Galaxy Quest, Revenge of the Sith, Lord of the Rings and Clueless. It is just 45 minutes until my last DayQuil of the night. DayQuil of the Night!

Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:—do I wake or sleep?