Off the Cliff

My cold only troubles me when at work. Why should that be, I wonder? It's still at the sore throat/ general malaise stage, but with enough medication in me I don't much notice it. However I've cancelled attendance at the staff dinner tomorrow, alas, because for once it was a dinner for the P/Ters- some of whom work rather more hours than the F/Ters- and it's nice to be appreciated. Also because it's at a Greek restaurant out the Danforth where I haven't been since I was a Classics undergrad. Well, no matter. It will be loud and my whiskey voice is not up to the hilarity of twenty-odd people.
( And yet again Wednesday )