That's the word that describes the state of my health for the time being. I feel like I'm running in place. That is, I'm out of breath and going nowhere. The cold, like last week's jet lag, has me in its tight grip.
The cold also has a tight grip on our weather. This morning is chillier than yesterday morning or the morning before. That's about to change — it's supposed to rain tomorrow, with snow flakes falling over in Champagne and Bourgogne. We're having soupe à l'oignon for lunch again today.