CT Fletcher would say, ‘It is still your G.D. set!” Unfortunately, I’m sick as a dog and my set is really short tonight. It is rare that I feel this way–as if Malaria made out with Ebola and then decided to go looking for trouble and found me. Headache, fever, and several unmentionable other symptoms. I’m writing as much as I can, but unfortunately it aint all that much.
The sick bed (and toilet) beckons.