Wednesday, March 12, 2014
My head cold has left town, but only on a short journey. It has migrated to my throat and chest. I am now hacking like a barking seal.
This is a good thing, believe it or not. All of my colds follow this pattern. They start at the top of my head and move ever southward. When it reaches the final stages, I'll spare you the details.
Meanwhile, the Boston Herald has been bamboozled once again. Despite ample past evidence of my inadequacies, they have decided to see if they can sneak another one of my pieces past an unwitting public. This time, I am blathering about Lent, softball, and other things I ran through the wringer in this space 7 or 8 years ago. If you have a burning desire to numb your brain, you can find it THERE.
(As always, your kind comments may make them think I've actually done something worthwhile, so you might want to think twice before leaving any.)
Meanwhile, I am going to go breathe steam and hope what I'm coughing up aren't actual pieces of my lungs.
Soon, with more better stuff.