In California the only clue that it’s winter is the volume of sick, sniffling co-workers that insist on sharing whatever malady they’ve contracted.
There’s a special hell waiting for the guy that wipes his nose on his sleeve then hands out the meeting minutes – this time the bastard got me.
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Given the excessive exposure you’ve had to the “water” in the Little Stinking, I’m genuinely surprised at this. Must be some sort of atomic virus.
NyQuil and hot toddies is the way to go. Neither will cure you, but they’ll make life more tolerable until you’re well.
dude, I think you need a whiskey bolus for that crud.
I was also blessed with a curse when visiting the outlaws last week. My daughter got strep from her cousins and passed it on to papa. I am now also in need of said therapy.
self-medication rules.
Hope you’re getting better (I’m actually not concerned about you, I need my brownlining fix for the day – I’m stuck hanging out at Tom’s place instead).
I really do hope you’re getting better.
By the way, I thought of you and your Little Stinking today. We have a body of water (no idea of it’s source, and I don’t want to know) that bisects the local landfill and sewage treatment plant (those two entities are only about 400 yards apart). A main road follows this waterway (you can smell it even through your NyQuil-induced stupor, I’m sure). As I was driving past it today, I could see several dimples in the water, a few expanding rings, and a handful of golden backs (lovely carp). Anyhow, just wanted you to know what you’re missing!
KB, you alive? If you’d like I can put together a care package for you, maybe some chicken soup, a bottle of brandy, and half a dozen bottles of NyQuil. Let me know.
All day sleeping and when I wake I’m wearing someone else’s head – and this fellow don’t fish. Just kill me.
I bear witness to KB’s condition, literally.
I stopped by to drop off some more free farm-fresh produce.
Now I’m sick. (Probably should not have hugged him.)
I sincerely hope you both get well soon.
Good to see you’re still alive.
I was already planning an attempt at proving I was your long lost son with full rights to your materials stash.
You might want to consider heading to Mt. Shasta the next time you’re ill. Just read this on SFGate.
“The afternoon can be spent soaking in Stewart Mineral Springs – American Indians believed these to be the most powerful healing waters in the world. On Tuesday and Thursdays, there are specials at the bathhouse and the saunas. And if you are in town on Saturday, join Walking Eagle in his free sweat lodge ceremony.”
I’m kinda surprised that both TC and
A. Wannabe Travelwriter failed to point you in this direction. You can read more about it here.
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/12/05/TRUG13S1IC.DTL&type=travel
ha! you know that the term “walking eagle” is a name given to someone that is “so full of shit it is unable to fly”, right?
Jean-Paul: That is absolutely hilarious!