It started as an innocent trip to the grocery shop and it ended as a lucious meal. The magic of trout cooked in aluminum with lemon, ginger, garlic and parsley unleashed itself on my pallet. It was enough to make the evening pleasant, the siple creature that I am. Since last night things have gone downhill. The cold I was almost avoiding has taken over me and my nose is sore from its intimate affair with tissue. Still hopes are up that I will be able to run on Sunday. For now bedtime