I'm outside suckin' on crackers and peanut butter. Perfect fall day, aside from the oozie bits.
But I'll tell ya' what, I'd take being sick on a warm day over a cold one. Because at least with the warm sun, I can feel some life on my snot-filled face.
Meanwhile, both dogs are suspiciously quiet under the deck (below me). The kind of let's pretend to be real good, but really we're digging another hole to China, quiet.
Best go see what they're up to and grab another cuppa.
This concludes another broadcast day. I'm your host, the soon to be better, Whisk.