Whew.....that was some cough. If it wasn't for that pair of socks that died for my sins, my cough specialist, the four winds, and this disassociation from feeling the bullets in my teeth I'd be home by now. But, the truth has set me silly on the path to somewhere yonder, which is very liberating even as I conquer all the front yards I invented. Problems mean very little when mormons stand by your side in battle (they got my back) backing all my thoughts up with football sized fecal sherpas leading the way to the gates of god. We will prevail .


p.s.
mucus does not stand a chance!