I've been worrying about trying to say something. Nothing comes. All I have is a constant head cold and a cough. But I'm not buying into some pseudo-psycho-babble about that. It's a germ, folks, a germ.
'Saying' is strange. 'It's all just typing', innit. Just simple stuff ...
night frosty shake
throat and tongue
the last hour
get in beam
dust and tripways
in the air
Speaking of which, these guys at Monash University are doing a live webcast of the transit. Remember, don't look at the sun!