The Dude is home with a sore throat, cough, low-grade fever. Gee, let's not catch that in the final two weeks before the 15th. (Though I do hope it isn't serious, I'm not that unfeeling.)
And it ended with a chicken taking off in the coop a bit too high and landing on my head instead of my shoulder. I think I'll wash my hair.
Frog Out
