I might be the most miserable person alive

Yesterday was a day I like to forget.  I prefer to imagine my life without it happening at all.  It was a day of recovery from a very bad night, and before you jump to conclusions, it wasn’t “that” kind of night.  If only it was.  I was dehydrated with the worst hangover in living memory, without any of the fun and games (and inevitable regrets) that normally goes along with it.  I suffered from a spell of food poisoning, that, me thinks, was a result of mushroom sauce. No, it wasn’t “that” kind of mushroom sauce; I’m still trying to find a restaurant that will serve me “that” kind. The kind that makes you fly.

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The Sounds of Winter

It was a rowdy crowd that descendant from the hill.  They came charging down, screaming with icy voices.  All the usual suspects, the culprits attending the Feast of Winter.  One could see Chilly evenings, Freezing Nights, Ice and Frost, An Orange, Warm Clothes, The Cozy Fireplace, Hot Chocolate and Some Cuddling as well.  But right up front, carrying the banner, was Mr Hope-it’s-not-bird Flue and Miss Common Cold.

If the wife was a duck, this would have been her selfie...

If the wife was a duck, this would have been her selfie…

And they were not welcome.

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