Under the influence of cold medicine.

I hab a code in by nodze.

I probably am not safe behind the keyboard, but what the hack...

(She made a funny! And it started out as a simple typo. Score!)

I have a sloshy brain this morning. My synapses are waterclogged with an overabundance of sinus interference.

And I have trouble keeping my thoughts straight on a GOOD day....

I don’t seem to have the same vicious malady that Hub Man spent last week fighting however, so there’s that to be thankful for. I must have found a virus of my very own to incubate.

Isn’t that special?

I had rather big plans for this week. To do some serious cleaning now that we are down to two dogs instead of three. To catch up on laundry and maybe even get out in the yard and do some fine tuning.

Alas, those plans are on the medicine cabinet shelf at the moment.

I think I’m going to curl up with my Kindle and read for a while. Other than that, I have no plans for the day.

Though a nice bowl of ...

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I don’t want to hear ONE word about
a certain soup that lies have been told about
for centuries.

Make yourself some tomato soup.
Put sprinkles on it.
Eat it with toasted cheese.
Pour it in a cup.
Eat it with a spoon.
I don’t care.

But just keep quiet about
that other soup.
We will not speak of it.

Okay, okay!

Don’t get your pin feathers in a twist.

Sheesh.