Sick as a Dog

I’m sick.

I have been coughing and have been feeling weak since Sunday. I suspect some hyperactive kid laced the stair rail with some virus. I was actually conscious about touching the rails but I (being the old geezer that I am) figured I’d rather get sick than fall down the stairs. So, here I am sick as a refugee in a Sanctuary City. I should have washed my hands when I got to the top of the floor but I was already late.

The doctor who attended to me said I caught a virus and I had an allergy. I’m concerned that the allergy is from our fluffy corgis who shed their hair like desert tumbleweeds. He gave me three meds. So I’m drowsy, weak and developing a runny nose. I guess I won’t be donning my superhero costume tonight. Those feeble old ladies will have to fend for themselves this evening — Superman needs to rest.

In the national news: there was a solar eclipse. OJ Simpson is dead. The minimum wage of Fast Food workers is now $20 an hour. Several stores have filed bankcruptcy.

In the local news: I have a new granddaughter. She’s in New York so I can’t visit her just yet. She was so in a hurry to get out, she plopped into humanity right there at the hospital curb just as Mom stepped out of the Uber car. All’s fine. Mother and daughter are safe and sound at their Manhattan apartment. God is good.

Feeling sleepy. I need to rest.

You guys have a fun Friday.

TGIF people!
Raoul

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Thanks to Art of Sierra Madre, CA

Parting Shots

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Thanks to Drew of Anaheim, CA

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Thanks to Drake of Washington, DC

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