Fastest gun in the galaxy

Several people I know have taken the blame for giving me my cold, and all of them have said, '… but it's very mild.' Maybe they're not the ones to blame then, because this cold has completely flattened me. I must be on the mend, though, because this morning I managed the only constructive thing I've done in three days, and walked to the shop to get the paper. It's not even a kilometre there and back, but I had to have a half-hour nap when I got home. Thursday, I lost my voice completely, and it still sounds sort of husky and squeaky with no control over the volume. I sound like I imagine Pinocchio would. 'Oh, but I want to be a real, live boy!'

All of which is by way of saying I didn't exert myself too much over this week's photos.

( Quiet week )