I had the grunge for a couple of days: major mucous, headache and general weakness. I slept it off.
At times of consciousness, I recognized that it was raining. It's been a long time since it rained around here. Rejoice, and be exceedingly glad. Rain
This reminds me of a parody:
Nuclear winds when wilt thou blow
That the small rain down can rain?
Oh, that my love were in my arms,
And I had my arms again.
A little nuclear humor for your weekend.
Tom and I are off to Lake Powell for a couple of days and a boat ride up-- or is it down-- the Colorado River.