On the road to recovery today, just in time for National Poetry Month. Whee.

Lying around flat on my back gave me time to tune in to Air America Radio on its first day. Not bad, but I sure got tired of the same commercials over and over again. I never listen to commercial radio, and I'm not sure Al Franken on a tear is quite enough to get me to sit through another "Talk to your kids!" PSA. I do have a longstanding crush on Janeane Garofalo, though.

It's hard to re-engage with life after you've been sick. I'll start by making the bed.