it's still dark out and I'm on my way to make sure someone's there to feed the yups when they crawl out of their caves in search of lattes and kamut muffins. the first rays of sun are only beginning to hit the cloud-backs outside my window, and are painting them an ominous sort of purple. it's been a weird week. still sick, or sick again, so at least bad news rolls off my back like water off a duck -- you see? I'm too tired to notice.