Bless All Their Pointy Little Heads

Your old buddy Wigwam has been sick this week. Headcold. Nasty bidness, requiring the ingestion of much NyQuil (AKA coma in a bottle, the babysitter's friend). I love that stuff. Mrs. Wiggy shudders when she sees me chug the bottle - no girly-man plastic cup for the Wigster! The coma-face is always painful, but the chemical respite that NyQuil grants is a thing of beauty.

But having returned to work this day (work still being there, drat it), I discovered this headline, and it did much to restore my sunny disposition:

In brief: Birth defects drop, Odin returns, Make a family cookbook

Now that's just special. The truth behind the headline turns out to be a bit more mundane (Twin Cities Pioneer Press Story), but I'll always be indebted to Maja Beckstrom, the author of this fine piece, and her headline editor, for giving me another reason to keep wanting to push air in and out on this dirty old mudball we call 'Earth'. I find myself wishing mightily that somehow, the stories represented by this conglomerated headline were just as intertwined. The mind and the imagination reel at the thought. Frankly, I'm in favor of all of it.

Stay Sane (or Fake It),

Wiggy