Dog, Sick As A

Sorry, folks, but last Friday the roof caved in on me:  post-nasal drip, barking cough, sore throat with a side order of conjunctivitis (a.k.a. “pink-eye”, for those of a non-medical bent).  Oh, and my speaking voice disappeared into a spectral whisper / ghastly croak, and has not yet returned.

Everything that has appeared on this website since Friday was written prior to that.

Saturday off to the doc for tests, not Covid, not flu, not pneumonia.  Doctor’s opinion:  “It’s a cold.  But it’s a really bad cold, maybe the worst cold I’ve seen in a patient so far this season.”

Upshot:  haven’t been able to sleep for longer than an hour (cough), haven’t been able to read anything, can’t watch TV, don’t feel like writing anything either because everything in the news just makes me want to go to the range and blast off 200 rounds and I can’t even do that.

I’ll try to do better tomorrow.

Here’s a pic of the Usual Rubbish, just to tide you over.  Feel free to discuss in Comments;  just know I won’t be reading it for a while, so behave.  Common thread:  French stuff.

MAS-49 (7.5x54mm)

Carla Bruni

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