Weather, And Being Under It

There is a very small chance of me posting anything substantive today.

Even on a typical day the chances of such a posting is about 4%. But, with my oncoming cold and the sniffles and the headache and the medicine and the friggen cat that woke me up at 3:00 o'clock this morning (discernibly to play catch with a mouse it is otherwise supposed to decapitate,) the chances aren't even that good.

I'd put them at about 1%.

Which is about the same as Chrysler's chances of long term survival with a bailout. So, there is that.