Pray for Mojo.

I figured out why my brain stopped working late last week: It knew what was about to happen to my body and was preparing to escape. I knew the filthy filthy germs were preparing to chew on my squeedilyspooch when I started getting a sore throat on Thursday. Yesterday it had evolved into a full-blown cold. Last night I slept from 6 PM until 10 PM. That is not my preferred way to spend a Saturday night.

I've been sick a lot this year. I've never been the picture of health, but this year has been crazy. I need to start taking better care of myself. Or I need to start drinking more. You know, to sterilize my bloodstream. I bet that would work.