Colin seems to think we need to come up with an excuse for why there is no podcast this week. Excuse has such a negative cannotation. I am going with truth.

I suppose the fault is mine. You remember how last week’s episode was posted tardy because I was sick? Well, Colin thought I was trying to advance weasel my way out of helping him with his home-improvement project.

So instead of resting my sorry ass and recording, I went to his house Friday night and began work on his kitchen. Which continued through Saturday… and Sunday. Through this, my cold got progressively worse. It had migrated from an annoying cough to the full-blown watery-eyed sniffle-fest I have come to loathe so much. I was in no shape to record Sunday night.

Unfortunately, Monday was no better. I actually got sent home from work after only two hours. I crawled in bed at about 10AM… and didn’t crawl out of bed till about 10PM.

And now I am better. But it’s Wednesday. I ask your forgiveness, fans. I am neither chronically ill, nor (as Colin thought you might assume) a “lying sack of s**t.” I rarely catch colds. When I do, though, they tend to be doozies.