This morning, of course, I was paying the price. A dull headache had taken up residence behind my left eyebrow, and seemed disinclined to leave. I accepted the pain as partial penance for missing Lolly's memorial. As further penance, I decided now was the time to do something that I'd been putting off as rather unpleasant. I had to go to see Buddy. Don't get me wrong, Buddy the decker is a good friend. I respect her, trust her, even like her. But not face to face, and definitely not when I'm feeling under the weather.