It’s barely eight in the morning, and while the day looks fine on the surface, it’s certainly not starting off well. The photo gallery here is inexplicably dead and the N.Y.Times bot has informed me that my Sunday paper will not be delivered until Monday. This comes on top of the tendonitis that’s been bothering me for a week or so, and a bout of pinkeye that screwed up my Friday. Spinner’s out foraging for breakfast stuff, and hopefully a bit of grease and protein will improve things a bit, but the day is quite simply not looking good. Sure, the coffee helps, but today coffee alone is just not enough.