So, I’ve been dealing with the wrath of pneumonia for the past few days and from the looks of it, it will be my constant companion for several more. Naturally it derailed our New Year’s Eve plans and as I sit here and type this while watching a surprisingly boring Rose Bowl game, I thought to write something in between coughing spasms that are so ferocious that dogs in the neighborhood turn and run the other way. And for the record, so has my wife, who as of this writing is having 2026 libations down at Lib’s Grill with some friends.
It’s About Time!
