Back in the saddle again
I went to work today. I was still feeling queezy but not dangerously so. It still feels like someone has reached their hand into my lower intenstines and is gently squeezing them like a judge at a dog show squeezes a dog's balls.
I just received a hold today. It's Michael Chabon's "The Mysteries of Pittsburgh." After reading the book "Kavalier and Klay" I was informed by a beautiful women I would die for that I should also read "Pittsburgh." I will.