Albin and I are pulled deeper into the vortex of cold symptoms. He was up at 4:30 am getting a sore throat lozenge. I was awake for several hours in the night, too, and the head cold is definitely settling in.

Here are a few more pictures to remind us of warmer, days in Greece, while we languish in bed. It's Albin at the fort in Napflio, the stray cats welcoming in a fishing boat in Ydra, and Elise at the Ydra house with a land snail. Aren't snails sweet? I think a pet snail would be the bee's knees. (Which reminds me, Mom, whenever someone says "lying in state," I can't help but think of that snail on the bookshelf...)