First, the obvious: It's less than two weeks into the new year, and I'm already slacking on my resolution to write something each day.

Second, the reason: For most of the last two days, I was either a) waiting for cold medicine to kick in; or b) feeling like a meringue because the cold medicine had kicked in.

I wish I could say that the effect the cold medicine had on me caused some great hallucination or groovy dream that I could recap here -- but I can't. There was, as they say, nothing to write home about (or, as is more appropriate here, nothing to write in cyberspace about).

Today was a rather blah day at the office, but at least no one else "is no longer with the company."