
Well the power breakfast didn't work. I have a doosy of a head cold. The coughing is racking my ribs and my nose can't decide if it wants to be stuffy or, well that is about all you want to hear. Let's just say I am under the weather.
This little man greeted us at a hamburger joint. He looks like the waiters on trains to me. Maybe in a former life he held elegant pastries or confections for departing guest. Looks as if now he get what ever is thrown on him. Still doing his job just the circumstance has changed. It happens!

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