Send some good health karma our way ... there seems to be a bug in the Buchwald/Thomas household, and not the adorable six-legged variety that skitters away when you turn on the lights.
When Neil was a little boy, according to his mother, he would occasionally announce that he couldn't go to school because he had a case of "the blahs". Unfortunately this is more a case of "the blechs". At least Louie seems to have been spared, but we have extra seltzer water and bitters should he prove otherwise. It seems to be Neil's turn to sleep, poor guy, and mine to sit on the couch feeling sorry for myself.
Happy Monday!
2 comments:
Well enough to blog, well enough to work. Quite whining and get back to it. These rocks aren't going to break themselves. No pity here.
Sorry Mr. Slate, sir. You're right.
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