The cure.

So, after a week of feeling down and out.
Of taking whiskey to help me sleep.

The weekend’s here! What could be better than sleeping in, or lazing around in my underwear all day watching football, or better yet getting somebody to watch the kids so we can be nekkid and have frequent sex and sleep in and watch football all day?

Of course I’m not doing any of that. No, no, no. We’re taking a road trip. We needed eight hours or so in the van together. Family time.

Should be back tonite. No, by morning. It might be after midnite. I’ll fill in then.