I am sick. Throat sick. Can't talk sick. No appetite sick. I love Nyquil sick. But not sick enough to stay home another day. Port Gamble calls my name and so I'm here. Weddings, meetings and ghost walks welcome me back. As well as a box of tissues and bottle of hand sanitizer (Julie said not to take it personally :)
I just hope this weekend isn't a disaster. I'm rusty.
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