I think this is my life telling me to knock it off. Please put everything on hold today, whilst I croak.
Seriously — if you need me, I’ll be on the couch with a pillow, blanket, hot tea and Netflix. Also, the pile of work will be on my desk in the parlor if you’d like to come over and tackle it, there’s a good fiend.
Last night sure was nice — dinner with Stoney and a fine show by Bando’s students. And I’ve got to get through this nastiness so I can hit the cinema with Hanksy tomorrow afternoon.
But for now, I must repair to the davenport and suffer with what surely must be consumption. *cough hack sniffle wheeze choke die*
Fink (down &) out.