90 Days of ILP

And here I thought I wouldn't get sick again for another year after February's post-travel travails, but oh no: following our party last weekend, wherein yours truly participated in numerous Irish Car Bombs and other shots of suspicious composition, I succumbed to a full-body ache which later become the FLU. Needless to say I am still recovering from that painful reminder of my own corporality, and thereby beg your forgiveness in slagging off on my blogging and practice duties for the last few days. I'll be back, I promise.

Postscript: And if my verbiage above seems needlessly precious, it is only because I have been cooped up in bed for two days reading this.