Dammit.
Almost made it.
One injury this whole time.
A little infection.
No worries. Gone in a day or two.
Still, a need for rest.
And food.
Protein. Enter Butter Chicken.
Pete made this yogurt.
I need to make some.
Don’t bother.
Small Wings.
Nightcap.
Advil and Wine.
Lol. ‘‘Twas Ever Thus.
A little large for a Restaurant Pour.
It’s ok.
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