I am totally back in the building – after a grueling trek down and then back up the Eastern Sea-board – with only the light of Irving B. Socks’ heart to guide me.

I am trying to pick through my frazzled sick-of-being-sick brain to figure out what ti let you know all about – because all kinds of shenanigans happened while I was away – including he best thing to hit this particular website – since bread – bread – sliced – sliced – bread . . .

Until the fog lifts – today is Tuesday . . . and as you know – that means that you are going to have to sit through a little taste of those insufferable ants . . .

Enjoy.

That is right kiddos – driving – driving – driving all the way down to my old haunts. And evidently the map maker has decided that instead of 860 miles . . . it has actually turned into somewhere around 928 miles. Now – I’m not sure how this driving trip could possibly be made to be any more miserable – but I am hedging towards adding miles being near the top of the list of ways to squeeze out that last bit of displeasure from the old driving tube.

Anyway – Irving and I will try to keep you posted on all of the fun things in life – next week – but since there all of the internets have vamoosed from the old headquarters – it will be a bit of a trick.

Hold onto your seats – all will be swell.

Last week – like a dutiful little anti-virus soldier – I meandered to a secluded room where a nice lady gave me a flu shot . . . she also – maybe – said I was her best “patient” of the day (not sure how I wrangled that one – or was she just saying it to everyone?) and then gave me a lollipop for all of my trouble.

Well – that was last week – and here we are today – in the midst of day three of achy – sneezy – ucky – misery . . . sick sick sick – and so early in the getting sick season – too. It took me one night to figure out that the medicine that I am taking was all about drying me out – so yesterday – I went to the store and got Gatorade, V8 Frusion and Berry Tang – I would drink these drinks to confuse and embarrass my sickness and I would also sleep a bunch to try and bore the sickness – right out of me.

As luck would have it – I still have the lollipop – and so I am wondering if that was part of the Flu shot – and I just blew it – maybe the real medicine is in the lollipop?

I don’t know – I am seriously grasping at straws here – kids – being sick is for the birds.

Caw Caw Caw.