It's Aliiiiiiiive!

Not an overtly Christmasy image, but the child on skis is gazing at a particular bright star in the heavens.

Blaaggh. I have caught The Grand Duchess' nasty cold, and have felt crummy for the last 24 hours or so. However, I finally pulled myself out of bed, showered, shaved, put on clean crisp pajamas and some Gray Flannel aftershave before staggering down here to Zum Stollenkeller with a second mug of coffee. I might just make it after all. The curative powers of a warm shower and a shave.

Hopefully, I'll feel like sitting down to the paiting table for a bit this evening and playing that small solo game on New Year's Eve tomorrow. I've been thinking of a simple Featherstone scenario with two infantry regiments, a cavalry squadron, and a gun each. You know. Just to test the water and push some lead around the table for a couple of hours in a low stakes game.

-- Stokes

Comments

Der Alte Fritz said…

Orange juice (vitamin C) and lots of water will help.

2:22 PM

marinergrim said…

Hope you recover quickly. I’ve always believed in the restorative powers of a single malt over a cold.

4:07 PM

WSTKS-FM Worldwide said…

Thanks for the tips, men. I've enjoyed two big glasses of cold OJ today, and the single malt sounds like just the thing before bedtime. At the very least, it will knock me out.

Best Regards,

Stokes

5:46 PM

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