I woke up at 3 a.m. coughing, with raspy breathing and … laryngitis. Richie loves it when every 15 or 20 years I have a short-lived case of it.
Let him enjoy his weekend, planted like a tulip bulb in front of the TV, watching one baseball game after another. (shrug) It's just grown men giggling like school girls on ESPN anyhow. They get paid big bucks for that? Oy.
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