.

Why, yes, I *am* watching "Friday the 13th: The Series".

Open carry state. Trump needs to get over it.

Oof. The shower DEFINITELY helped. Still fatigued, but that and the Tylenol seem to be keeping my fever at bay. I can actually get laundry done.

AND NEVER GO AGAINST A SICILIAN WHEN DEATH IS ON THE LINE!!

OK, off to finish watching Match of the Day.

CHELSEA! CHELSEA! CHELSEA!

LOL! The cope is real.

Oh, the worm is turning in the political press.

As I predicted, the fever is back.

Meanwhile, it's a nice cloudy morning here in the Wood. After a summer of constant sun, this is welcome.

Well, for now the fever is gone, although if past is prologue I'll have one relapse.

He's going to stroke out soon.

And yes, this is a real post.

OK, enough of this gay banter. Off to crash.

LOL

Just like VP Harris, my fave swear word begins with "m" and ends with "uh".

Well, motherfucker. I knew I shouldn't have crowed. Fever and chills have hit.

Well, I may have crowed too soon. Starting to feel like gunk. Time for a day of sportsball watching in bed. See y'all on the bounce.

We-hell. Good morning, loonies! Morning report.

Arm hurts like hell, and I'm very fatigued. BUT! No fever, no chills, no body aches. I'll take it.

OK. I've stuffed my fat gob. Now to take my various things and call it a night. I will be pleasantly surprised if I wake up with nothing more than a sore arm.

Food. Tylenol. Gummy. Chill.