One year ago today: January 27, 2018, on police interrogation.
Five years ago today: January 27, 2014, WIP
Nine years ago today: January 27, 2010, Studebaker.
Random years ago today: January 27, 2016, a rambling post.
No big tales today. Chicken soup time, yep, I’ve got the flu. I just got over a bout, but tjat Karaoke mic last night must have been a bloom of germs. I’m a wreck because this strain goes right to the joints and each breath is like pulling in a ten pound weight. Aren’t I going to be fun with tomorrow? I sat at home with both heaters, the whole shot. I really don’t need to deal with this right now. Unlike the last ever that took weeks to get sore, this was maybe ten minutes. When I say joints, it is painful to stand up and after typing a few words, the fingers lock in the crooked position. You need both hands to unbend them.
And since I had to empty the medicine cabinet last week to work on that, I can’t find any of the flu medicine. I'm informed later it could be a bout of food poisoning I was laid up for the day, nothing to report.
Glacial waterfall.
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I finally found Agt. R at home and gave him the mortgage payment instructions. Remember, he does not just have to make the payments, he has to make them on time. Or they don't forgive the grants].
