For those of you who have been wondering where I have been - and I hope there have been more than just my on-line editor - 'flat on my back' is the basic answer.
Seems to be the only way I can keep this GD cough from wracking my chest to pieces.
I used to blame my annual Christmas cold on the rigours of teaching - marking those end-of-semester papers at Ryerson was a soul-destroying as well as health-destroying exercise.
But that was 25 years ago. You'd think I'd have come up with a better excuse than that by now.
I get zero sympathy from anybody by saying it's because I spend so much time on airplanes, breathing recycled but not re-sanitized air.
"Aw, poor baby. Just back from Abu Dhabi, and you're whining because it rained? Cry me another river."
Whatever, I have tried every combination of multi-syllabic chemical compositions Shoppers' has to offer; not even Buckley's cough mixture seems to help. (The new "complete" formulation doesn't seem to taste as bad - as if I could tell - but neither does it seem to work as well.)
I had such plans for these two semi-down weeks: just prior to Christmas, between Christmas and New Year's, and the few days afterwards which it takes the business to start again - the Detroit Auto Show press preview, January 11 and 12, is the de facto New Year for the car biz.
Catch up on my blogging, especially the comments which I know I have neglected for far too long.
Catch up on a bunch of stories I owe you.
Clean up my office - talk about failed New Year's resolutions.
I can't type very well under any circumstances, but it's even worse on my back.
So I will continue to pump random chemicals into my body and hope to see the light soon.
Also hope that it is not THAT light which you are supposed to follow.
Meanwhile, I hope you all had a Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Joyous Kwanza, Serendipitous Solstice, or whatever holiday you celebrate at this time of year, and that the New Year is a happy and healthy one for you and yours.