Knocked Out, Part 2

Well, I was just getting back in the saddle when we had two miserable nights thanks to this apparently unshakeable flu or virus. Lisa, Luke, and I are sick as dogs and honking like Canadian Geese, sunset to dawn. It's brutal, especially for the little guy, who doesn't know enough to offload the stuff he does bring up in a coughing fit. I'm taking today off, and hoping that the pending three-day weekend up on the farm (it's peak of leaf season) will get us straightened out and healthy again.

Besides, Luke keeps talking about Biscuit the cat, whom he hasn't seen in some time. I'm going to read a classic that I've never gotten around to, despite my love for Montana, A. B. Guthrie's novel, The Big Sky. (So that's where the license plate slogan comes from . . .) Have a great weekend, all.