For your viewing pleasure:
At about 2:30 seconds you get to hear me handle a live grenade after Watergirl calls on me out of the blue to make remarks AFTER ordering me to mute myself.
On a personal note, I have felt crappy for three days now, with a stuffed up head and coughing up ghastly things, and out of an abundance of caution I have scheduled a covid test. In the past ten days I have been to the grocery store fully masked once, and had my waitress Lori (masked) hand a bag of Italian though my car window that I had ordered from my Italian place, but you never know.
I don’t feel like I am dying or have it, but I do feel shitty, and longtime readers will know that I am a touch of a hypochondriac. I’m fine with physical injuries- I could have a limb severed, apply a tourniquet, and drive myself to the hospital and think nothing of it, but when it comes to colds I always turn into Fred Sanford coming to see Elizabeth.