I'm just a cock-eyed pessimist

Wow, I made it through the night without getting up to take cough syrup (or cough) once. As I fell asleep, I could feel my nose drying up, and I woke up breathing clearly. Yeah, I coughed a little later, but it seemed half-hearted. The day and night nurse are both sitting unloved and unopened. I am pleased. I feel like finally, finally, this thing has broken.

I'm also busy as crap, so back to work for me ...

So today's Guardian magazine has a big picture of a tattooed hottie in a short red dress and high heels, with the title, "Why Veganism is Hot." There's an interview and a recipe for some kind of blueberry treat next to it.

Next to this article is a column on how to make a pork pie. First ingredient: pig's trotter.

I am very amused.