Toasty

It's a sweltering 15 degrees outside as I write this. That's 15 degrees AMERICAN for those of you used to that other system. I have no idea who that might be, but I wanted to be clear. And to insult foreigners.

Except for a few hours this afternoon / early evening I've felt pretty decent today. About 3, my skull started to feel about 2 sizes too small, so that wasn't fun. I'm not quite well, but I think I'm getting there.

I've got something to turn in tomorrow in Tactical Missiles. It's not quite, um, good, but it's something. It was supposed to be trade studies of several engineering factors. It became recopying his analysis, with a little justification as to why my solution is good. After the way I've felt this weekend, he better not say a word.

NyQuil, do your thing. More tomorrow.