friends . . .

I have finally recovered from that wayward germ, Lester, who, while stretching his legs during the 9.5 hour trek from Rome to Dulles, on United flight 1123, decided to cuddle with me. I am certain his former host was glad he vacated the premises, I was none too happy. Unfortunately, I am sure since Lester's recent departure, someone else is now feeling a little peaked . . . snuffling and sneezing their way through the day. I apologize. Profusely. But just so you know, he did leave behind, a particularly brutish offspring, Marvin, who intermittently decides I need to rise at 4:23 or 3.29 a.m. hacking my lungs into oblivion. To be absolutely clear, Marvin and I are not friends on Facebook or anywhere else.