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Unk. Nobe stubbed ub. Head ag. Teef hurt. Thank you for your sympathy, now to get on with it. In this town of little brain, I found a bag of lemons on sale at the Hispanic grocery for two bucks. Maybe they were sprayed with methilicone sulfide dioxide or ddt in Mexico, but with a head cold, I like a fresh lemon in my tea with honey, and prices usually range from 49 to 99 cents for One Lemon. This sale is a sign from the universe that it wants me to feel better.

Plans for the weekend include sitting on the couch, crawling to the fridge for turkey soup, and sleeping; yes it's that good. This has been coming on since the beginning of the week, and I thought that I dodged it with Neti pot therapy. I hate the neti. Yes, it cleans things out, but damn if it doesn't feel like I am pouring wasp venom in there, it stings so. Hell with that, doesn't improve my disposition.

I've already had my cold for the year, this is an interloper who'd better cycle itself outta here because there are things to do. My alternative, even though it involves sitting up straight, is online shopping, always a whee. Oh-oh, just looked out the window Which Was Clear A Second Ago.

We be having a snowstorm. Since I live downtown next to an expressway and numerous parking lots, one of the ways I can tell if it's snowing at night is that the sky turns orange from reflecting the streetlights. Is that halogen? Mercury? I dunno. My head hurts. Don't even talk to me about money in the water changing the chemistry tonight, who the friday cares. Jesus.

The degree of visibility is determined by how many lights on the buildings can be seen through the storm. Right now the giant imitation if it fell on you you would die Statue of Liberty on top of Liberty Bank is having a hard time making her blinking torch seen. This bank has two towers, each topped by a Statue. God knows how they got them up there, but the torches blink alternately.

I don't even have to look out the window to tell if it is snowing, I have the hearing of a Rottweiler and can tell how prolific it is by the sound of the snowplows clearing the raised highway. A broad scrape means they are getting ready to be clobbered by snow from the southtowns, a deeper rumble indicates piles of snow already on the pavement in amounts that will slow traffic down. Silence means a snow emergency and a travel ban is on. I like the last one, it is the only time I don't hear the semi tractor trailers going by.

I am near a ramp, which required the drivers of large trucks to blast their horns before merging. Also near is an off ramp, calling for employment of the "jake brake" in order to slow down. Brrraaappppuhpuhpuhpuh. Did I mention that this apartment is a two bedroom with utilities included?

Well, kids, I am starting to melt into a oogy but happy homo sapiensis who has had enough of today and wants to sleep. The Liberty Building is not visible at all, nor City Hall, nor the highway, nor the office building that is lit up red and green for Christmas. The sky is a brownish purple orange, the color of something nuclear and radioactive.

I see you later, bubbies. Peaceful evenings, tangerine midnights.