7 December 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

I have a cold.  Olga let me take a bath in her apartment even though she wasn't there.  I drank soup and coffee, and after the hot bath I lay back in her bed sweating.  Finally, I mustered the strength to get up and go to work.

I spoke to Mr. Thermometer and Nicholas Misanthrope about coming out to Chicago and rehearsing some of the songs from the new C.D.