I’ve been called worse.

The demon mocks me in my illnesses
HAHAHAHA! This is your final hour, Baron von Evilstein!

Humph, actually mr Demon, the cough and sickness have begun to abate legitimately, and I realize that I haven’t called Wilton or Danny to wish them a happy birthday.  Still bronchially challenged, but solid enough to venture to a wake for a family friend, Fred Herman.  He was, by my estimation, a good egg, and will be missed by everyone in the Twin Beaches based on the turnout. 

Resting in the car now, while Allison and her mom take Diane for a quick visit to TJ Maxx. I’d have called the birthday gents earlier, if I’d been earlier to the phone.

Leave a Reply