I just know 2025 didn’t come in with me trying to have a sore throat. The New Year’s art party was grand. I won’t get into it now but let me say this.

Sometime before the party, I’d eaten some salmon skin. I don’t know why I had to eat something fishy before going to a house fulla folk but I’ve done stranger things, okay?

Now!

I pocketed myself three throat lozenges ‘cause I didn’t have any mints. Didn’t even think about stopping for them ‘cause I figure the lozenges could knock everything out. You feel me?

I get to the party and find myself digging in that pocket for the lozenge. ‘Fore I know it, all three have melted and gone. Not at the same time but gone nonetheless. I got to thinking, I hope I’m not claiming a cold or anything. Then like the magician we can all be at times, hocus pocus, I tucked the thought away.

Guess who wakes up with botheration to the throat? And it’s not getting any better, no matter that I’m sucking on more and more lozenges!

Since I need to food shop tomorrow, I’m picking up pineapple juice to knock this out. I picked that up from The Juice Man years ago and it’s never disappointed. But goodness, folks! I’m dealing.

Do folk still run over to borrow sugar from their neighbors?