Rylie and I continue to mend from our hacking-cough-mucho-snot cold. We have passed it on to Curt, and he is thrilled. Thank you for all your well-wishes… I read each one to Rylie and she said, “Gaaahk.” High praise, indeed. If you come over, she will play you a lively tune on the flute and your life will be better.
I am off to the basement to climb Mt. Laundry and continue purging for the Garage Sale of the Century. If I do not resurface by this evening for The Office, it is because the chickens have turned against me and literally flown their coop. Call for help immediately.
This weekend is Passover, folks… which we all celebrate whether Gentile or Jew. Take some time to reflect and give thanks for the many miracles in your life… and then gather with friends and celebrate with food and drink and popcicles. Make some memories, and then tell me about it. I’ll be waiting.