Good morning, y’all. I feel Spring is officially here. I am holding in reserve the right to change my opinion should April bring its occasional snowstorm. Looking out over TackyToo from the office here in the Rec room, it is rejuvenating to see the buds starting to pop through the
Good morning, y’all. Another gorgeous day here in the mountains. Wet weather is supposed to enter the area this weekend. If it’s part of the storm system that is currently ravaging the Southwest, I hope it is greatly diminished by the time it arrives. The city of Shreveport, Louisiana has
Good morning, y’all. Spring seems to have returned once again to the mountains. I am happy to report with the advent of warmer, drier temperatures, my congestion has disappeared. Once medication started, the end was near. One day I’m sounding all the world like a wolf caught in a trap,
Good morning, y’all. I am happy to report that after a night without a coughing spell, I look forward to a reprieve from my exile on the sofa. I will try to modify my daily activities so that I don’t get overly tired and create a relapse. Maybe I’ll just
Good morning, y’all. While being ill this past week or so, I’ve reflected on the frailty of the human condition, mine in particular. It seems so unfair that something so small that you need a microscopic to see it could bring a man of my size to the fetal position.
Good morning, y’all. Modern science has brought me back from near death once again. I can even climb the steps in the Rec room to the second floor without collapsing in a ball of convulsing coughing. I don’t know who discovered antibiotics, but his time on Earth was well spent.
Good morning, y’all. Proud to say that modern science has provided me with some relief from many of my symptoms. Even better news, the relief came without the threat of bleeding from the eyes and/or ears, constipation and/or “discharges” from other parts of my body. The stuff they advertise on
Good morning, y’all. As my cold/plague settled deeply into my lungs, I got less and less motivated to leave my sofa. Mulva realized that the point behind stoicism and stupidity had been breached, and that I needed to see a real doctor. Not someone who just plays one on TV.
Good morning, y’all. I slept on the sofa last night, in the role of good husband. Normally, the sofa is reserved for the punished husband. In this case, I took to the sofa to spare Mulva a night of endless hacking. I’m not sure how much she was spared, mobile
Good morning, y’all. I’m still down, but not out. My head cold has attacked my lungs and left me with a bark that rivals the Hound of the Baskervilles. It is a deep bark, benefiting a man of my stature, and if I could control it, it would be an