Beware the Ides of March? ...You Ain't Foolin', Brutus!

Day Two of the Official Diagnosis is progressing. Head still feels to be about the size of a nice, hefty watermelon. Still waiting for the horse-choker antibiotic pill to kick in.

Haven't been able to think a whole lot ... Pressure in head is pushing out pensive possibilities. Therefore, so much for writing today. So much for writing 'til this thing goes away....