I apologize for throwing up in your yard this morning. I apologize for doing so a second time, humiliation eased just a bit by the fact that I made it to the boulevard instead of your front yard.
I should probably write a note or clean up, but ( as soon as I turn off this computer) I am in bed with the flu.
The question of the hour is how someone with a fever and stomach flu ends up on the corner of Johnson Parkway and Mclean -- about a mile from her house -- at 7:00 am on a Saturday morning?
Because the matronly brain is not connected to her body. These two entities sometimes exist on separate planets. So I interpreted my leaden legs, queasy stomach, and exhaustion (after a solid 8 hours of zz's') to a simple reluctance to rise and shine.
So I overcame that obstacle, the one called Reality, and headed out for my regular four mile run.
We all know how well that went.
So, neighbors at Mclean/Johnson Parkway, I hope for a day of steady snow, natural integration and (small and friendly )wild animals without actual palate.
The Matron is snuggling in under some covers.