I blame Anna. She was sick on her birthday last year and a few days later I was sick. Same thing this year. Anna, my regrets for next year’s party, I think.

Seriously, I have very little to complain about. As I write this, my Uncle J is having a quadruple bypass, having had at least two minor heart attacks in the last week. I won’t go to the hospital and spread my germs, but I’ll be thinking about you. Get well soon, Uncle, you’re kind of a big deal.

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