I have a vague memory of Tiddly Tiddly being something from Winnie the Pooh, but it is entirely possible that this is something my brain made up entirely.

Regardless, I think it’s a Tiddly Tuesday.

I almost forgot to post today, as I spent a great deal of time writing and editing other stuff (work stuff, school stuff, some of it fun stuff, but most of it not.)

I saw the cover of today’s DA and realized that I completely missed last night’s Festival of Ideas speaker. It was Leon Wynter, who spoke on race. I’d wanted to see that one, so I’m rather irked I totally forgot. Except for the fact that this cold is still bothering me, so it’s probably for the best that I stayed home.

All day I’ve been on the verge of losing my voice, which means that when I talk I’ve got that lower, raspy voice that men like oh so well. It’s actually slightly deeper than the phone voice that makes Gina’s husband happy when I answer the phone at work. I actually don’t mind the way my voice sounds in my head, but then I am easily amused.

I have, however, NOT lost my voice, despite the fact that I refuse to keep quiet. This should not really come as a big surprise to anyone who knows me well–the inability to shut-up is one of my better known traits. We’ll see how things are tomorrow.

Other than that, I’ve been paying attention to the news with only half an ear. The whole situation in Israel is completely depressing, the upheaval over elections in Taiwan is insane, and the only good news seems to be that the death toll from the train bombings in Spain is going to be lower than first estimated. Although this is a good thing, the idea that hundreds of people lost their loved ones is still extremely depressing.

The other good news on the horizon is that West Virginia is supposed to be a battle ground state in the upcoming election. So perhaps we will have some attention paid to the state of things here. Plus if all those politicos and their associated reporters want to come here and spend money, that’s a good thing.

Just make sure we make ’em spend the money.

And that’s enough for now. I’m off to bed to see if I can sleep this cold into submission.