I've been sick since the day of the BORP ride. A nagging head cold won't release its grip on me.
I finally got an appointment with the Ear, Nose and Throat doctor, who refused to wave his magic wand over my poor aching body. As we both already knew, my chronic allergies make me particularly susceptible to respiratory ailments.
Of course, I've still been going into work at the theater. The show must go on, after all.
This photo has nothing to do with anything. I thought it was interesting to see how the wasps and ants (look closely) clean up the dead (and, I suspect, dying) bees. I think that this young fuzzy bee was affected by varroa mites. Her wings look messed-up, which is a sure sign of varroa infestation.