Having gastric issues here. Mr. Moon is too but not as badly. No puking. Just...well. You know.
I'm hoping they resolve because I'm supposed to be talking at the funeral in a little less than three hours.
Life is interesting, isn't it?
These bodies that hold our souls can be cantankerous. They can have minds of their own.
So to speak.
An uneasy peace sometimes. May a truce be arranged and quickly.