The holidays came and went, mine with a side of sickness that didn’t seem to go away for a few weeks, making me a merry guest in everyone’s home. Again, it was two weeks of eating and drinking, only this year I was on my back taking broncholitin (some couch syrup made in Bulgaria) and antibiotics, while the general public never seemed to stop reinforcing what I should be taking; guess what was. I was also able to finish reading The Brothers Karamzov – which should be read by everyone. Nothing like prescription drugs and Russian literature to cure the common cold. Cheers!