I could tell you the child's name. I could tell you how and maybe even when the virus shifted from human to human but why bother you with details. But in the end the snow falls outside, Oprah is on on a hundred channels and I got a fever. Fevered, I write. Next week its February.
- I never knew that Steve Shutt was a jerk. Me, I married for my hockey connections.
- I have far less sympathy for this guy than this gal. Shaving your head for cancer should be recognized as a human right.
- Even with their selling of passports and citizenships, this is the most embarrassing stupendously weird thing I have ever read about any Canadian political decision at any level. Apparently the "past experience" was a John Fogerty concert. How that translates into being the start of the King of Pop tribute tour in anyone's imagination is beyond me.
- So what was this guy doing?
I am done. Tiger balmed and medicated. Off to nap. And stuff.