Two unbreathing days.  Head full of phlegm and stopped up thought.  I am a grouch when I’m sick.  I finished DFW’s Lynch essay, watched 3 1/2 episodes of Twin Peaks last night.  We had tomato soup and sweet potato fries and mozzarella sticks for dinner.  I felt like a child.  I have a show next week, on Tuesday near Downtown Crossing.  I’m excited and nervous.  I think it will go well, ultimately.  As long as my head clears and this ice storm moves on further north.