Blah.

The germ incubator that is Twelfth Night appears to have done its work. I am now starting the cycle of dry throat and coughing, to be followed by congestion and sneezing. Going to bed at 7:15 last night helped slightly, but only that.

Quiche me, I'm Irish!

(Okay, my ethnicity is actually north-west Eurotrash mutt. It was a joke.)
I made one of my better quiches for dinner last night -- smoked salmon, red onion, and dill Havarti.