It would be my luck. My randomly-routine stomach issues would crop up today. If you say it’s something I ate, I’ll hurt you, because I [well, Sean, too] was the cook last night for the primary stuff at the cookout at Club Todder.

But anyway, I’m down for the count as to doing much of anything. Zippo energy, needing constant hydration, and joint aches out the yin-yang. If it’s any consolation, it’s the weekend, and at least I’m not missing work…hey, wait, I even have work in to do this weekend. Woo.