Last night, I discovered another way to slow down. I awoke at 3 am not knowing where I was but realizing quickly that something was amiss with my digestive system. My mad dash to the bathroom was just in time for a technicolor yawn or three. I cannot blame this episode on the epicurean delights of Scottish food. I didn't take dinner last evening or eat on the plane back from Spain. The result of my late night sprints has placed me horizontal for the day alternating between cold sweats and shivers. Fun eh? And as you know, for men, there is no such thing as a small illness. Philosophically, the question is, when there is no loved one around to hear your moaning, are you still in pain?
Nevertheless, the byproduct of my "illness" is that Ryan didn't get a chance to pummel me this morning. I'm quickly running out of time on this journey and everyday counts. (almost sounds like I'm enjoying this now?).
Here's a silly question that I would never have imagined me asking. Does anyone have a good stuffing recipe. You can email any recipe to dicarlom@aol.com. Kevin, our chef, is going to prepare Thanksgiving dinner for us and may need an American recipe or two. God, what am I turning into?!?!
That's it for now, I am still beat from my bout of King Juan Carlos' Revenge. I'll write more domani. Hope you are all well.
I remain,
Looking for a little sympathy,
Michael
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