Bluemerle

Yes, run for your lives. My kitties have all been nibbling the green green grass of home.
All morning long, from various locations, comes the noisy wind-up: Guh-lurp, guh-lurp, guh-lurp; and follows the big splashy finale.

So I've been hauling my stuporous mass around the house (I am drugged, see below) with paper towels to prevent mass casualties to good furniture, nasty slip and falls, etc.

Aaarrgh! My freakish, out-of-the-blue jaw spasms are unrelenting despite a shotgun pharmacopeic approach...as soon as I am safe to drive I am going to have to seek medical care. Or, at least, a venti mocha frappachino to kill the throat pain.

Obviously, beginning any bloggish "heavy lifting" is out of the question. Nothing but fluffy posts from me for at least a while longer.

One thing to look forward to - Vegemite!! National Toast Spread of Australia, which, if I understand correctly, is spreadable beer-leavings; killed brewers yeast, chock full of B vitamins and niacin. Tim Blair is sending out free samples to all who wish to discover for themselves its appeal to a continent, conditioned on a review pf the toast-slather within 24 hours of receipt. (vegemite-the-cat will be sent to smother slacking vegemite grifters in their sleep.) My sample is on its way!

If it turns me into a 6'4" muscular vowel-masher with a hat that buttons up on one side, that's entertainment!