I awoke with an urgent need to . . . well, let us jes' say I was really nauseous. I seem to have contracted that strange stomach virus that seems to be goin' 'round in our local area. I had court this mornin' in the neighborin' burg and thankfully had one more swallow in that bottle of anti-nausea medication, which I quickly downed. I only had one case on the docket and easily got an agreement to pass it, so a few minutes after the judge took the bench, I was back on my way out the door. It took me longer to make the round-trip drive than I spent in court and I was soon back home, and was soon curled back up in a fetal position and warmly buried up under a good layer of goose down. I jes' slept fitfully for most of the day, awakenin' here and there and tryin' to eat somethin' pretty bland. The cycle seems to be comin' to an end, at last, ya know what that means . . . I am hungry enough to eat a whole large box of Sugar Frosted Flakes®.**
My navel was a reluctant volunteer in today's activities, findin' itself as the exact point at which the belly should be pressed against that white porcelain on several necessary opportunities. End of report.
*Was my early evenin' exhaustion I referred to in the previous report a portend of what I was in for today?
**Cousin Tony said I owed him a product mention for havin' flagrantly misused his famous line in one of my earlier reports.
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