Once up on a time, the Wizard of Health proclaimed, “With a wave of my wand, you will fall ill once more.”
“But this would be the third time in as many months,” I replied. “Can something different than that happen instead?”
“No,” said the wizard.
Bene vīvite.
The northwestern U.S. has had some pretty copious snowfall the last couple weeks. In fact, in my area, it’s the most there’s even been over such a period – at least since the 1800s when folks started keeping track of this kind of thing.
Although the main roads have been pretty well maintained, the residential roads got so bad that I beached my low-clearance sedan in the middle of the street five times in a two-day period, unable to free myself (one of the times I needed to get towed!), but the futile effort to do so, with all the digging and chipping and pushing, screwed my back up, which has left me mobility-challenge for the last three days.
Fortunately, someone was finally able to smooth out my street yesterday, so leaving or returning to the house is no longer quite so perilous. At least for the moment – the snow might start up again next week.
Oh, boy…!
Bene vīvite.
Having trouble with a sore throat – not being able to get one, that is?
Tired of your esophagus not being torn to shreds?
Ever worry that you have too much blood?
Well, try glass juice! Try it!
Open up your mind (and mouth (and guts)) to the sensation of drinking knives.
The only beverage made out of the bottle it comes in!
Glass juice. Internal hemorrhaging has never been more refreshing.
Bene edite.
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