So for-real-real, it turns out I had a case of "rockin' pneumonia". Cool, huh? When I went to the doctor, he called it "walking pneumonia", but that's because he didn't see me hootin' and hollerin' last Saturday night. That's how you celebrate a 40th — microbes be damned!
So anyway, the hoot was had. The microbes are on the run. (Thank you, modern medicine.) And the weather's beautiful. Let's get things rolling again. At least a picture or two. Maybe even some words. Sounds like a plan.