The Tasmanian Munge, which is still afflicting me, has drained me of all ambition beyond finding a warm place to lay down. It's a curious thing.
Mrs. Ogood has, using the powers of "Doctor Mom", has diagnosed "walking pneumonia". Having lost all ambition, beyond the previous stated limitation, I can only nod and whimper, "yeah...whatever".
I am not going to hospital. After I fueled up last week, I wound up sending my ride to the auto-hospital. They kept it 3 days. $600 later, and it's still old. And no idea why it did that thing that it did. (and, to some degree, is still doing). This has put me off somewhat...that and the idea that folks go into hospitals and don't come out (ambulatory).
And speaking of bad news on the doorstep....I fueled up this morning for $4.19 a gallon. That's .20 more than last Wednesday (or thereabout). You fill in the punch line.
It's currently 54F at 10am. It's sunny and windy and dry-ish, after a night and a day of drizzle. The folks up in the mountains are looking forward to, or are in the midst, of an expected 5 feet of snow. That is a good thing, if you recall that our water supply -is- that snow pack.
As an aside, I'm still looking for the Newt-ster to pop up and come on strong very soon.
I also still wish on stars. ('cause it makes no difference who you are, doncha know).
If you take anything from any of my posts, please take this: Be most excellent to each other ... and party on, dude!
You are welcome.
I am Upton Ogood. Eat your heart out.
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