I’ve been fairly ill, but am now on the mend. Last night my wife and I were chatting. The conversation drifted, as good conversations always do, and at one point my wife said:
You know you have a problem when you would rather experience rectal bleeding than wake up and go to work in the morning – or at least pause while you weigh the two choices in your mind with your first question being “how much rectal bleeding?”
Glad to hear you’re on the mend. We need you. In your absence we have been reduced to insulting you behind your back which, sadly, turns out to be less fun than doing it to your face (Internetamalogically speaking). Although you were compared to Mycroft Holmes about a week ago. Or was it Cardinal Richelieu? Some ‘Eminence Gris’ anyway.
I feel all warm and fuzzy – not due to any good wishes expressed here, but rather, due to an undesirable medication interaction.
I must correct a misapprehension: My wife is not “Mrs. Boylan.” She never gave up her maiden name. At first, she justified it by claiming that she wanted to keep her last name until her checks, which identified her by her maiden name, ran out.
They ran out over 20 years ago.
The Rhino, at the very least, should completely understand.