Happy Friday People,
Well I am still alive and finally starting to feel like I am on the mend. Thankfully I have nothing booked this weekend so I have a few more days to recover before the Launch Show at the Hearing Room in Lowell Massachusetts on November 4th. We have gotten lots of responses back from our event notification and it looks like we will be playing to a full house which is always awesome. Don't forget , message us on the blog comments or on the contact page if you are planning on coming and want to reserve seating for the show.
And now for something completely different
With all the time I've had this week confined to quarters I have been wondering. Why, with all the advancements in medicine and science can't someone come up with a cure for the so called Common Cold? I am starting to think it's a conspiracy.
I have gone through at least five boxes of tissues, over a gallon of homemade chicken soup, and by now I'm guessing the stock prices for the makers of Mucinex, DayQuil, and Halls, and Lysol have all gone through the roof.
Now I don't get sick very often, but when I do I am like most men....I become impossible to live with, and I totally admit to it. I get cranky, irritable, short tempered and generally I am not a real joy to be around, (like I usually am). No matter how hard I try to be nice, I fail. I hate not being able to function and having to put life on hold. I have to believe this is what it must be like to be under House Arrest. Cut off from the outside world and unable to do the things you want to get done. It drives me insane, and I can only binge watch just so many episodes of Shameless.
Add to that, the ultimate torture to any germaphobe ; feeling like I myself have become one giant Cold Germ. I detest that feeling of having to sneeze, but not being able to get the job done even when I tilt my head back and stare into the bright light. Blocked sinuses and stuffy nasal passages have no business taking over my head and I am genuinely pissed off about it.
So here I sit, as Kayley would say, still " sucking the joy out of life", waiting until I am once again feeling one hundred per cent so I can apologize to Elise for being the worlds' crankiest old guy.
Until then, just pass me the box of Kleenex, I feel like I'm going to sneeze.