Swinging Party

The cold that would not die lingers. The cold medication is stifling creativity.

Tonight I am going to ground, seeking refuge on my couch. A steaming bowl of hot soup (tomato me thinks) is also in order... unless some kindly soul swings by with comfort food for an ailing man.

I mean c'mon, the ailing man can dream, right?

I leave you all with this factoid: did you know that .38 Special recorded a Christmas album titled A Wild-Eyed Christmas Night? Perhaps it's just bitter and cynical old me, but I feel this title is less indicative of holiday cheer and yule-tide warmth, and more indicative of late night convenience store shootings and alcohol-fueled domestic violence.