Drowning in Russian Dressing

Or: The Thin End of the Wedge

I’ve been sick for the past ten days. Nothing more tragic than a lingering cold, but it’s enough to have left me lumpish and cloudy-headed for what feels like months. Add to the mix several grey days and an endless cycle of terrible news, subtract all in-person human contact, and you’ve got a recipe for what one might politely refer to as “a bit of ment…