I've been knocking on Death's door since last Saturday. Well, ok. That's a bit of an exaggeration, but I have been sick: a sinus infection with a will to migrate to my chest and a bit of laryngitis for good measure. Tonight was my first night back at Curves since Thanksgiving Eve. I used moderation in working out since I didn't want to break into a coughing fit.

Everyone will be happier if they don't catch whatever I've got so I'm doing my best not to spread it. I looked like the Frito Bandito since I wore a bandana across my face. Also washed up with Purell to sanitize my hands before touching the equipment.

Here's to feeling better tomorrow.