The House of Lime is clearly fighting plagues of myriad forms as Mr. Lime works on hacking up a lung or two, Diana and I work to blow our sinuses inside out, and Calypso purges from the lower terminus of the alimentary canal. It's a delightful cacophony of sounds produced by various orifices here...a veritable symphony of biohazards.
Tomorrow I hope to have something more interesting and less repulsive to post.