If my column today seems a little disjointed please forgive me. This old lady is – I hope – at the end of a week suffering through one of those viruses that “everybody” seems to have recently. After three days of coughing and sneezing and pain, I finally went to the doctor who promised I would live. My problem wasn’t that I would live, for a while it was that I would live. You know that feeling. Now I’m just half as sick as I was a week ago, but deadlines loom, so here goes. It was weeks ago that …