Well, Toby’s not much better, but he’s apparently a little better. That’s all I know as of right now.
I’m still tired. My stress level is lower thanks to the princes of Michelob Light and Pizcola. Yes, Pizcola, a combination of pizco [a Chilean liquor made from grapes] and Coke. About 2/3 of the way through my Pizcola, I started yodeling, “Piz co la” like those bloody Ricola commercials. Set everyone in the room to laughing.
My brain is numb, and I can’t think of much else to write. I have to put my computers together when I get home tonight; maybe my brain will work then.