Cantankerous

This is all I can muster today.

I ‘ve been working for the past 12 hours and can’t breathe through my snout.

That description of my nose is about as lovely as I feel.

I can hardly taste my black bean soup to tell if I seasoned it properly.

Man, am I cantankerous!

I feel better now that I got to use one of my favorite words.

Thank you for that.

Hopefully I will get up on the right side of the bed tomorrow.

Y’all come back,

Sugarlump

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