Well, I'm sick. Nothing big: head all heavy, sore throat, and things are either dripping or clogged. One of those deals. I average about one sickness a year, so I'm right on schedule with last year's Fall sinus infection.

I'm not complaining. I feel fortunate that I rarely get sick. And it wouldn't be right for me to grouse about something such as this that seems so insignificant compared to what others are going through. For example, Warren Zevon, who died yesterday. He abused that body and it finally had enough (although I'm not sure if his illness was caused by his lifestyle). Even so, and despite the fact we knew for over a year that it was coming, it's still sad. "Enjoy every sandwich."

In unfortunately related news, the mother of one of my good friends is dying. I wish I could help her, you know, actually be able to do something about it. I never know what to say and it makes me feel like an idiot because I really wish I could help. But, I just don't know what to say. I pray for her of course. That's really about all I can do. One day my heart will stop, too. I just hope I'm ready.