TBG and I had the 7-Hour-Stomach-Flu today, I in the morning, he in the afternoon. I managed to make dinner and the fuel made us feel marginally better, but thinking is beyond me at this point.
No one wants to hear my whining about the Republican clown car or if Hillary really won; there's really nothing new to say.
I will give credit where credit is due, however much it pains me to attribute anything positive to Ted Cruz. Amidst the gnats sniping at his face, wondering about his campaign's misrepresentation of a CNN news item and The Donald's threat of a lawsuit alleging Cruz had stole the caucases, the winner coined a new word which I am shamelessly adopting for my own personal use.
Isn't it beautiful?
I'm going to smile about it and eat healthy foods in moderate amounts and be back tomorrow with something of substance.