Argh.
I have a cold. It started out yesterday as a scratchy throat, maintained that level of annoyingness until this afternoon, when it finally decided to hit my nose. I knew I shouldn't have taken that nap. I've already gone through one box of tissues, and now I'm clinging to our last box, hoping it'll last through the night. I also really hope I haven't gone and done something stupid like passed it on to our kid.
Tomorrow my dad and I and Henry are going on a tour of central Massachusetts. The three points of interest where we will be making pit-stops are Redemption Rock, Turners Falls, and Deerfield, with a bonus stop at a used bookstore in Northampton. I've been making my way through the Indian captiviy book I mentioned a couple of posts ago. I expressed an interest in seeing some related sites while I'm still in the area and my dad was all in. I'm really looking forward to it. If you're lucky, maybe I'll remember to bring my camera so you all can see pictures where the subject is blurry but a swathe of grass in the distance is in beautiful focus. That seems to be my trademark style.