Came home from work early today with some sort of illness setting in. Hives, billies, drowsiness, general discombobulation. Seems there is some sort of virus going around. Anyhow, so I get home and fix myself a nice margarita and sit back to listen to some Mozart. Such things always make me feel better in all but the most extreme cases of dire illness. So I'm starting to feel better.... just being away from work is enough to make a body cure up right away. I'm thinking I might even do a bit of editing on Book XIV for those of my fans who are anxiously awaiting the publication of said book. Even felt like revealing the name of the next title in the Red Cross of Gold Series: the Skull of Sidon. Sounds ominous, doesn't it? Well, it's supposed to. So I'm sitting back, sipping my margarita when I catch a glimpse of myself in the ornamental mirror hanging over the ornamental bookshelf that holds knickknacks instead of books (you know the kind, promises one thing and then turns out to be something else). Anyhow, I catch a glimpse of myself and almost do a double back flip out of my chair onto the floor. It was suddenly quite apparent what was wrong with me.... see for yourself!