Finally, I'm starting to feel a dab better. "Feel" is the operative word as I will sound like Bert from Sesame Street and hack like a bailiff from Night Court (bad taste?) for the next few days.

However, the acknowledgement of recovery from this demon cold didn't come until about 6 p.m. Friday, when I finally took a shower for the first time in 2.5 days. And I tricked up the shower per a technique I read about on Rocannon Macgregor's blog about fitness, Primal Nature Play, which had me alternating between steaming hot water and frigid cold water at the end of the shower.

Rocannon wrote somewhere on that blog (cold medicine has me still a tad groggy) that he never ends his showers with anything but freezing cold water and that alternating between very hot and cold would make me look and feel better and younger, anon.

I'll be damned. You might think I'm making fun, but this guy is onto something. He was right. It felt terrific, and I didn't even recognize the possible correlation between my shower experiment and the fact that I started to feel better minutes after. I'm finally on the downhill side of this sinusitis, hay fever, rhinovirus mountain of hell.

Visiting Rocannon's site (and his colleagues' sites) was one of many fun things I did while doped up on cold medicine today.

To be honest, I have an affinity for "individuals," folks who are a bit out there. One of my favorite people in the world is Momo from The Momo Zone on YouTube. His raison d'etre is to help folks get on track with their creative efforts, turning vision into product.

I think I've written about him before. However, he's got this contest going where folks are posting videos of them singing, playing, lip-synching, whatevering to his new song called Alive in Death Valley, which is sung by his gorgeous partner Crila.

So, I spent part of the afternoon figuring out how I plan to arrange the song for my entry. Truth is, this is a rockin' guitar-oriented song, and I already e-mailed Momo to let him know I was going to trick it up piano style, something he was hoping somebody out there would do.

But the more I listen to this song, the more I like it. This is a turn-it-up-in-your-car sort of track with a great hook, great vocal and a terrific energy. And this is a big reason why people listen to Momo's advice about following through on creative projects: Because he lives it.

Alive in Death Valley (lip-synched by Cristina)

What else.

Mary Tyler Moore Season 3 is now available on hulu.com, but I worked on knocking out a few Season 2 episodes I hadn't seen. For those of you who don't know: I revere MTM. Love the show. Love her.

Did you know that while Ed Asner is super liberal, Ted Knight was his polar opposite politically? They managed to remain friends.

Another tangent: Knight was actually distraught about the Ted Baxter role, thinking it was killing his ability to get other work.

Even though I love MTM, she was way hotter on the Dick Van Dyke show.

I'm creepy.

Oooh, I organized my iTunes library on the new computer and found an easy way to kill all my duplicate, dead tracks. Worked like a charm.

I stayed at home so as not to get any friends or the general public sick.

I'm catching up on TV so I can get back to my routine next week.

I saw a movie. A new release. Borderline sci-fi. And I loved it.

And I rested. You know, I don't like writing personal dear-diary posts. Nobody gives a crap. However, the vigor with which I write this very second is the mere result of happiness stemming from not feeling like dog poop anymore.

Amen -- and amen.