The good news – no strep, the bad news – yep I have something that will hang on for a while yet. When the flood gates opened and nose started getting sore there were only a couple things to do: First, stock up on paper snot rags aka facial tissue. Second, buy extra vitamin C, throat lozenges, daytime remedy and nighttime remedy. Third, buy chicken soup by the gallon. Fourth, warn everyone in regular contact to beware, insufferable might be an understatement. That’s right folks, send emails at your risk. You have been warned.

For the thousands of Rantsville fans (you believe that don’t you?); never let it be said I’m a good sport about things like this. Congestion, runny nose, room shaking sneezes and all the other associated joys of a cold do nothing to spark the little imagination left in this old mind. So don’t expect clever, amusing or insightful for now. Then again clever, amusing and insightful will probably never describe Rantsville.

Anyway if the March adage holds true the end of the month will be all lamb chops. Then again we’re looking at the possibility of floods. When the Red river does the spring thing you could believe that lion from the beginning of the month is roaring loudly.

Yours in health and otherwise,

Curmudgeon

This is the upper midwest, early summer and we have beautiful summers here, both days.  Some “two wheel therapy” was in order so last week was devoted to preparations for brother and I to visit sisters and families in Minneapolis/St. Paul.  Saturday became our ride day ‘cuz the weather man was forecasting  a wet Sunday and he was right.  Brother was fighting with sore throat and an unpleasant cough by the time we arrived.  Sunday he devoted to sleeping and feeling like crap but the sleep made today much better for him.

Ninety-four degrees today, the kind of weather perfect for no jacket, well ventilated helmet and letting the sun bake all exposed body parts.  My arms are a prime example of baked.  Y’know, when the Dr. says you should at least use sun blocker because of some medications, the Dr. knows what she’s talking about.  Do I listen?  Nope.  Should I listen and act accordingly.  Yep.  Shame on me.  It’s hell to be a sun worshipper and have the Dr. tell you to stay out of the sun.