Sorry for what? Being oppressed by the man? By germs, allergens, hormones, or what-have-you? Being forced to spend your days unhappily hunched over a desk performing menial tasks for people you despise (or, if not people you despise, reasons you despise)?

Au contraire, dear Felicity. It is not you who should apologize. It is God, that rat-bastard, wherever He is in all His glory.

Or it could just be that aliens are pointing their misery ray at the planet today. Remind me to tell you about how my computer exploded.

For a moment, there, I didn’t notice the colon between “morning” and “sick”...

As much as we all love reading your blog, there is no need to appologize for not feeling up to it. Hope you’re feeling better.

I like to stay on God’s good side. He is bigger than me.

So, did you think that I had regressed to caveman grammar, or did you think Matt and I were communicating big news in a small way?

Well, thank you. At least if I apologize I feel I’ve touched base, though.

The “in a small way” variety, but only for a second or two…