It’s Not a Saber-Toothed Tiger
But This Might Be a Battle
Folks, I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. And whenever Boxing Day gets here — if Boxing Day gets here (I honestly don’t know when Boxing Day is, but I hope you get all kinds of boxes) — please remember, Mike Tyson is still the man.
Now, on to what’s happening in my neck of the woods:
It’s Not a Saber-Toothed Tiger
But it *might* be a man cold.
I know, I know, I know. The man cold is probably isn’t worse than our ancient nemesis, but guess what? Only one of those pesky villains are bothering me right now …
Wait! I think …
You didn’t hear anything, did you?
This Is Kind of a Cop-Out
Bad boys, bad boys
Watcha gonna do?
Watcha gonna do when that cold gets you?
This is kind of a cop-out, because this is the post. The stuff I have in the works, while it’ll make you say BLAMMO! and HOT DIGGITY! and neat shit like that, is not ready to be peeped by anyone yet.
And frankly, things ache on my body that generally feel pretty good.
Since about 2 this afternoon, I could have slept on the road.
I am worn out.
Beat.
Chilled, when it isn’t even cold.
So I have some soup. (It’s medical soup.) And some Alka-Seltzer. And ibuprofen for tomorrow.
I could use the cat bed for a pillow and wouldn’t even mind right now.
So sleepy! Big man cold! Need regenerative snuggles!
But For Now …
TO THE MEDICINAL SOUP BOWL!
Swivels in, Swivels out.
