Hey, not everybody wears the jersey of a relief pitcher who just gave up a grand slam to blow the lead…
Wait… tied back up by Vizzy…
And one gets launched off of Lidge.

Since Wilma was upgraded from a hurricane to death storm, we put the metal storm shutters up, and my place of business has been closed for tomorrow. Just have to sit and wait for the storm. If you don’t hear from me in the next couple days, assume I’m dead, out of power, or lazy as usual.
Actually, assume I’m dead. I’d love to come back to the blogosphere and see tons of glowing eulogies.
If I’m not dead, out of power, or lazy all next week, expect the continuation of the In My World™ to be posted here and the Epilogue for Superego to be posted… somewhere.

Dear George,
Roger’s broken.
Can you please fix him or take him back and replace him with a working Roger?
Thank you,
Houston
PS: We’re keeping Andy.