Back on the air!

My sore throat did turn into a cold; I decided to be a good boy and keep my germs to myself, so I’ve been working from home since Wednesday (though I did spend yesterday afternoon submitting expense accounts and the like in my office, but I kept to myself). Probably the most exciting and productive thing I did was make labels for our collection of Mystery Science Theatre 3000 tapes — we have more than 30, and now it’s possible to figure out what’s on each tape instead of trying to decode someone’s scrawls.

Great news from Sally Khudairi, who’s now officially in remission. Mazel Tov!

Shabbat Shalom and Hag Pesach.

My throat is sore

And it has been since yesterday. I wish it were only having yelled at the game, but I’ve been noticing something since Sunday. So far, hot drinks are keeping it under control; I hope it’s not strep throat (Jeffrey’s gotten a note from school each of the last two days telling us that he’s been exposed to it there).

The game was fun — and the Sharks won, which made it even more fun, and they scored four goals, which means Jeffrey and I each get a free pizza from Round Table if we get there within the next 7 days (Passover starts on Saturday, which makes that a bit trickier).

Conspiracy Theory of the Day

Maybe Bill did it? (link via Dave Chess)