CARY! LOOK OUT!

Plotnik is finishing with this crazy laryngitis -- or so he thinks. This morning he was feeling better so he decided to do his Saturday bike ride on Sunday. Half way up the second hill his throat started hurting again and just got worse and worse until he got to the top, panting. But he's got that part figured out -- it's cold out in the morning, and when he goes up hills he gasps in a lot of cold air. That cold air can't be good for the voice box, right?

By the time he got back home, showered, had some hot coffee and a bagel he was back to normal. He's sure this thing will go away sooner or later, but in the meantime he's sort of enjoying the lower octave in what is passing for his voice.

BZ is home for a few days. Last night we watched the kind of movie Plottie would never bother with on his own, but it was, in fact, entertainingly idiotic: "The Crush," with Alicia Silverstone and Cary Elwes. Ooooh, is she ever evil, that Alicia. CARY! IDIOT! DON'T GO UP THAT STAIRWAY INTO THE ATTIC! HEY! DOOFUS! DON'T YOU HEAR THAT SCARY MUSIC?