Apologies for the hiatus. We’ve been blitzed by bronchitis. Rough stuff but things are getting better. We made it to the grocery and bought cookies.
I think I’m running a fever. The meds only serve to amplify the Walter Mitty world that I live in. By merely closing my eyes, I am often visited by a delegation of agricultural workers. And a few stray firemen.
Once, I dreamed Obama got into more trouble because of his governor than he ever imagined because of his preacher.
In another feverish dream, Gov. Sarah Palin had a favorable/unfavorable rating among Republicans of 73-13 percent. More codine!
I told you I was running a fever.
The Mystery Woman tried to convince me it snowed in New Orleans.
Anyhow, this is my lame excuse for not writing this week. I can provide a letter from my doctor(s). I’ll be better by next week. Meanwhile, wash your hands with soap and water after reading this.
And drink lots of liquids.