I should have had warm milk

I'm feeling quite Presidential today.

No, I didn't fall off my bicycle while on a bike trail. For one thing, I don't bicycle much anymore. But, along with spending the weekend preparing my wife's flower beds for the new season, I cleared brush, which I understand is an activity enjoyed by Our Leader when he's on vacation at his ranch. Anyway, those salt brush thingies are prickly. After two trips of taking the debris to the dump in our min-van, I could feel the scratches all over my forearms. Today, I can see them. In fact, my arms look like what Ernst Stavro Blofeld's would have at the end of You Only Live Twice, should he have worn short sleeves, when the good guys were invading his lair with many explosions and shootings, and his kitty was freaking out.

I also did more of the front-yard landscaping begun a few weeks ago with the painful removal of one big cactus. I'm now leveling the grounds and, when that's done, I'll cover the area with nice gravel, except in the center of the area, where I'll plant birds of paradise. Those bushes grow tall, with colorful flowers. And they don't require much watering.

All this I did in spite of my coming down with a cold. My nose was so congested last night that I absolutely couldn't go to sleep. In desperation, I had a tiny bit of rum. That worked. But, when I woke up this morning, I felt rather bleh... Me and liquor...

Next time, I'll warm up some milk.