I've been sick for two weeks. I'm down to one lung, having coughed the other one up.
Oh . . . and I lost my voice. Yesterday, the only sound I could make was that of a dying bullfrog's last gasp. Today, I'm better -- I sound like Diane Rehm on a really, really bad day.
But now there's this. Frankie MacDonald, the Nova Scotia weather whiz, says Omaha, Nebraska (exclamation point) is going to be buried, frozen and otherwise devastated by a horrible blizzard. That's. Just. Great.
Well, at least Mrs. Favog can throw my carcass out the back door, and it'll likely keep till spring.
Good night, and good luck.