Various developments have prevented Jeff from rejoining us today… Buster is weary of his absence.
It’s a beautiful day and the back door is open to air out the house.
Each time I consider putting together a todo list, my lungs crackle in a particularly ghastly way. Other than my ribs hurting every time I cough (cough has gone drier than dust) and maybe having half a degree of fever which leaves me disinclined to move, I’m fine. Sure I could be doing laundry if I didn’t break into a sweat just thinking about it. Skritching cats is ’bout all I’m good for.
and now, to demonstrate how much I love and respect Jeff, and miss him, I’m posting this reddit link which combines three of his interests; F1, gently deriding the French for their cultural subtleties, and poop. The idea that Lewis Hamilton would publicly comment on such a thing is mahvellous.
