On a day when I've had enough of this blasted two-week cold, I post these daffodils pics. I'm not particularly happy with them, but I'm not particularly happy with anything right now. This cold began two weeks ago today, and although it's not really a cold anymore, it is still a sore throat and a cough and a run-over-by-a-truck sort of feeling. A few days ago I thought I had turned the corner, but if I did so it was only to face into a stiff with accompanied by hail and sleet. This affliction seems to cycle and recycle with all of -- Cuppa, Nikki Dee, and Thesha. I'd be mighty pleased for it to make a final exit.