This week is a wash for WO, sadly, because I’m fighting off a terrible virus. I had a great time in Memphis but knew something was off Sunday when I had trouble sleeping (so not me). Since then, I’ve seen a doctor, guzzled two dozen Gatorades and popped enough medicine to sedate a horse.
I couldn’t possibly leave you empty-handed, so here’s a fitting tribute from none other than Weezy F. Baby. Here’s hoping recovery is in my near future — and not 7–10 days away like the doc predicted.
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