Still sick.

“Then why even post at all?”

Good question. I almost didn’t. But the way I look at it, if there’s no post then the imaginations of my five or six readers will run wild. “Is he lying in a ditch somewhere? Is he missing? Did he win a $384 million lottery?” But if I simply check in, then those five or six readers will have the peace of mind that I’ve gone another week without accomplishing anything. And all is right with the world.

But just so that this post isn’t a complete waste of space, I will leave you with one of my favorite jokes.

A cop pulls over a car with four old ladies driving 20 MPH on the highway. He rightfully decides they need a warning about the dangers of driving too slow.

“But I was doing the posted limit, officer,” the driver protested. She added, “There was a sign just back there.”

Puzzled for a brief moment, it then dawned on the cop what had happened. “Oh, ma’am, no. You see, this is Highway 20, not a 20 mile-per-hour zone. The speed limit here is 55.” He then looked around the car and noticed the other three women all sitting frozen: wide-eyed, and white-knuckled.

“What’s the matter with them?” he inquired.

“I have no idea,” replied the driver. “They’ve been like that ever since I got off Highway 131.”