The Blog came to me extremely annoyed.
She said she was furious that I had not made a virtual appearance in weeks.
I replied that I am sick. I have a raging fever, my cough rasps like a witch’s caldron, nothing is so disgusting: Double, double toil and trouble, cough and caldron bubble.
She: You think Shakespeare can be your excuse?
Me: No, I’m just trying to explain that I have been out of pocket, otherwise indisposed, really, really busy.
Me: I discovered Wednesday I had pneumonia. It’s Saturday, and I still have it.
She:Excuses, excuses. What about before your pneumonia?
I had to spread manure.
You do that as a matter of course.
Your wit is exceeded only by your sensitive nature.
Was that a slam?
Well aren’t we high and mighty.
Would like to be the former, incapable of the latter.
Yada, yada yada.
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