Perhaps it’s the fact that it’s 20 degrees hotter in my apartment than outside or maybe it’s that I have about four thousand deadlines in the next few days and all I really want to do is take a nap somewhere sunny, which is really weird since I’m hardly a somewhere sunny kind of person, or maybe it’s the hyper-rodent-vigilance I’m now engaging in round the clock, but I just felt kind of spacey during this morning’s Best Bets and also, apparently something painful crossed my face while talking about the second event. I think I swallowed wrong. Enjoy!
Anonymous says that you did an excellent job despite the painful swallow, anonymous felt your pain. If anonymous refers to himself in 3rd person, does he really exist? Hmmm. Any luck on the rodent front? Maybe with the extra hot apartment, Mortimer will get uncomfortable and pack his bags. Well, have a great day. Butter your toast