I can’t seem to shake this head cold and have completely lost my voice, which greatly puts in jeopardy my Thanksgiving song. There’s still some chance I can post by Friday. It’s a rare thing to find Huckleberry Spins so speechless.
In the meantime, me and my quill pen remain relegated to the bed, studiously attending my real work responsibilities. My wife snapped a photo from under the drape of her 19th Century box studio camera. She’s so clever.
And, yes, that is a stogie. Good for the sinuses. Prohibitions against smoking in bed and solid information on lung disease are still up for some debate here in South Carolina.