This extremely belated post is brought to you by our Annual Autumn Upper-Respiratory Infection.
Such an event should make me hate fall, but it doesn't.
I love fall; I'm not sure it likes me.
Being a patient tests my patience.
The marathon waiting room experience kicks it off when there's nothing to read but a battered copy of Family Circle from 2008, and the trip to the pharmacy where one must stand around and be miserable and eye the cough drop selection finishes the job.
Now I'm home, thankfully, on my couch with Zach Neese's book, How to Worship a King, and a large coffee.
Oh, and an Agatha Christie.
Since we can visit today without a)me having to talk or b) me spreading any germs, what's up at your place today?