I'm giving ya'll a shout out from what has become a freakin' veritable infirmary for sore kit-tays and middle-aged men with irritable bowels. Then there's me. Bleeding like a stuck pig. Oddly enough, I'm in a pretty okay mood for someone who's been hissed at and had to endure the smells and sounds emanating from a man she frequently sees naked. But like I already said... I'm really in no position to pass judgement.
It turned out to be a beautiful day. Warmer than previous days and thus a nice preparation for my upcoming Savannah trip. Eight more days.