and there'll be worse in store tomorrow... Out the house by 6:30 and then home by 20:15 ain't exactly the most fun I've ever had. Who knows how much worse it'll be tomorrow? We had a laugh amidst the gloom though and set the world to rights along the way. I really hope we get things going tomorrow 'cause I can't face a bad one on Friday. I need to be home normal time to chill before the weekend's races. All of which means I didn't get out to run and I feel drained. It doesn't help that I've almost lost my voice, my new middle name is Bob Phlegming, and my throat is on fire. Happy days - yes, that's sarcasm.