The post that’s not really a post

Well.

I am home from Chicago. And I am sad to report that Hazel not only made the trip with me but she appears to have gotten angrier and more belligerent from all the travel.

We’ll be going to the clinic tomorrow to see about some antibiotics or perhaps an iron lung. But in the meantime, I have to go to bed.

I’ll see you on Thursday.

P.S. Hazel wants you to know that airport security frowns on large bottles of Nyquil. Probably because they’re a bunch of communists.