"Sickness shows us what we are."
If that's true, then I'm a slug.
This year's been a banner year for my local insta-care. Pharmaceutical companies everywhere are singing praises to my name. Meanwhile, my nightly goat dances around the fire are only proving to singe my eyebrows and make for some very displeased goats. So much for ritual sacrifice.
The point of this inane rambling is to let you know that I am dying. Well, I feel like it anyway. Lest you think I don't treasure the heck out of you guys, I'm posting this so you'll know that I'm unable to read your posts. I will try to get caught up asap but forgive me if it takes a while.
In the mean time, enjoy your black Friday's, turkey leftovers, and bleating-free slumbers.
Until next time,