One Flu Over the Cuckoo's Nest

To sleep, perchance to dream ... I logged twenty hours yesterday. It was delicious.

My past pneumonias qualify me as "high-risk," meaning I'm one of the millions of Americans who should get a flu shot this year, but can't find them. I went to three places this morning, only to hear "good luck." I'm not sure how, exactly, this is George W. Bush's fault, but somehow, I know he's behind it.

And speaking of high risk situations ... I booked my Mali tickets today! I arrive in Bamako on New Year's Eve evening, and fly out on March 8th. It's a little longer than I wanted to stay, but award ticket users can't be choosers. At least my early arrival gives me plenty of time to make it to Essakane for Festival au Desert.