LeClub supposedly has the best New Year’s Eve celebration in town. But we’ve never been for a variety of reasons, none of which are important.
When we got the announcement, I mentioned that we ought to think about it: as long as we could get a table as far away from the band as possible.
It went no further than that. And it’s a good thing, we are on death watch at our house. We don’t know who’s going to puncture a lung with a broken rib from coughing first.
I have had some awesome loogies. However, I hacked them up while in bed. So they didn’t provide any entertainment value.
Nancy is sleeping in the other bedroom because we are both dying a slow death. She got meds from the Doc, I’m waiting on an iron lung.
And Grandad takes perverse pleasure in hassling the shit out of me. I’ll fix him.