Leaning

Okay, I felt tired so I went to bed at a little after 8 last evening.  I've been a bit ill, you know?  On Christmas Eve I hit the sack around the same time and slept for over 10 hours.  That didn't happen last night.  About 0245 this morning I woke up.  Going back to sleep?  Wasn't going to happen.  That's a pretty clear indicator I am on the mend.  I may try for a little catnap before heading in this morning, but otherwise I'd say I'm up for the duration.
I saw the Idiot Jerk went to Iran yesterday.  They were calling it a trip to a war zone.  They must be right.  He took Melanoma along as a shield.  Of course, his base was delighted.  How quickly they've forgotten Veteran's Day.  Short term memory loss... what else can you expect from the nearly brain dead?
And the stock market went up, too.  No doubt one last flight before it finally crashes.
As I said, I do get to work today.  In fact, I work for the next three... and then I'm off for 3.  I think I'm going to paint the staircase.  I'd bought the paint back in July, some sort of minty thingy color which should go well with the Juniper Berry gray / green / blue of my dining room.
Okay, and there's a section in the new book which revolves around a marble statue in the Louvre.  One of the things I've been doing during my viral infection is scouring their statuary, trying to find the one perfect piece.  I've narrowed it down to two:

The Wounded Galatian

or...

The Borghese Gladiator

The Gladiator is actually a 'warrior' who's missing his sword and shield (broken off centuries ago).  I'm leaning toward the Galatian.  Curly hair, you know?