My Left Foot

Thanks for all your get well wishes while I am stuck here on the couch. I think I might die from pnuemonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. Except when they look in my lungs they won't find silica dust; they'll be red from the microfiber. Either that, or boredom. I am getting off my ass and going to work tomorrow. That ought to be a sight. Fortunately, I have a job I don't do with my feet. Although writing the president's message for the alumni bulletin might go faster if I let my toes do the talking. My left foot has a lot to say about recent events.