Turkey in the Rain

I don't remember what show it was (maybe West Wing or ER) but a wise character was teaching a naive some valuable life lesson with an allegory. It was something along the lines of turkeys will keep drinking falling rain until they drown themselves. Then touching music followed while Mr. Naive stared at Mr. Wise who was walking away.

I just thought of that because it feels like I am drowning in post nasal drip. I've woken in the middle of the night because my wind pipe was so clogged. It's more annoying than dangerous. I woke up two hours earlier than I normally do last night and had to take some Alka-Seltzer (or Elixir of the Gods). At this point, I may just get some whiskey to clean to clear things up. I'm no doctor, but that seems like a reasonable treatment.

I'm watching the Blues game. I am so gratefu for the FSN network. Otherwise, I would be dependent on one game a week on NBC between two teams that they think we will want to watch (just because I live in the midwest doesn't mean I want to watch Chicago). Even then it is hit or miss. One week, the Blues were playing on NBC. I was excited. They were still in the playoff hunt. I shit you not, the game was pre-empted after the first period for a MSU Bears basketball game. Not just any game: the game was also being broadcast on another channel. Turns out the Blues game went into overtime and MSU got blown out. But who pre-empts a game after only one period. Give me all the game or none. Don't tease me. What was I talking about? Oh yeah, hooray for FSN.

I bought another pair of faux-chucks from No Sweat. While chucks should have some amount of wear on them, my right shoe lost the paneling on the outside during the Flogging Molly show. If I had the piece I would rubber cement it, but it is lost in Pop's lore now.