Summer Cold=Drag

Why, why, why must there be summer colds? Riley picked one up somewhere and generously shared it with me. Now I have a dreadfully sore throat and feel like doing nothing but sacking out on the couch to finish my book.

Speaking of books, I'm reading Little Lord Fauntleroy by Frances Hodgson Burnett (yes, really) and enjoying it a lot. I've always liked her books, having read The Secret Garden and A Little Princess about a thousand times each when I was little, so when I saw this one was also written by her I picked it up. This is what comes of hanging out in the children's section of the library--I start books to pass the time and end up reading them through. There are worse things, I guess. ;-)