Perfect timing. I went to bed Friday night in prefect health and woke up Saturday morning, the first day of my Christmas vacation, sick as a cat. The fire in my chest and head are the harbingers of Christmas this year.
The odd thing is, I rarely get a cold or flu or what ever this burning sensation is. I guess my system is just too toxic to sustain any real disease. Hopefully, this will clear up enough so we can all enjoy the day.
In my delirium, I still had to run to the grocery store (sanitize those cart handles, kids). I threw a couple of game hens in a cart. It wasn’t my cart. I turned around twice, wondering why my hens had escaped. Then I realized I may have stolen someone’s cart and/or randomly thrown poultry around the meat department. These better be the best birds ever. I feel like I really hunted and gathered.