a couple of weeks ago andrew bennet took to writing on my desk with pencil.  the last trace of that habit sits staring at me in faded pencil (i did try half heartedly to wash it off).  it says "Way to go".  usually i try to cover this up with sundry items.  but not today.  today i woke up feeling low.  yesterday i thought the cold that was threatening me had departed.  this morning i woke up with that feeling in my throat.  but that isn't really it.  i feel sad.  feeling sad is stoopid at times.