I need more sleep. So does everyone else in my household. I doubt anyone is getting it any time soon.

After about a hundred flights or so, I finally got bumped to first class.

While my faculties are essentially back and I can engage again at work, I lost my voice during a big sale yesterday, so this illness continues to be a ball. On the upside, I closed the sale.

It's my first day back after battling influenza. I still have it, but not bad enough to stay home.

...for Brady. I always cheer for him because I like to hear his sputtering detractors try to come up with new ways to say he's overrated.

Last night while my wife and I were at the Ladysmith Black Mambazo concert, she reminded me that the Super Bowl is tonight. Huh. I'm off, but not sure if I'll watch. I've never skipped it, but I've worked about ten of them in a row, so I haven't had to make the call recently, either.

The boy has really got into rollerskating (well, rollerblading) in the past month. Which means we've been hanging out at the Chicago suburbs version of Roller Gardens. There's also another facility nearby, which is slightly rattier. What was Roller Garden's cousin facility called again? I can't think of the name...

How ya doin, Doris.

Two week warning til Valentine's Day, fellas and gals. Start firing up those imaginations.