Oh, he’s better.
How do I know? He’s back to criticizing my driving, he was wearing “real” clothes (as opposed to sleep pants) and we even had Mighty Taco for dinner.
While he’s not sprinting (as usual), he’s shuffling along quite well.
I, on the other hand, have had a three-day headache (my system runs on a delay) and was passed out by eight last night.
I didn’t get a gander at my competition, but Steve told me to “just follow all the old ladies to the creative arts building.”
Anyway, here are my two submissions and everyone is welcome to a sheet of paper from a dollar store pad (must pick up) if I win.