Hey y’all. I’m typing this from the couch as per normal, but it’s been a morning so far. With Chaucer scream like he was being beaten, and the fact that all the sleepless night, have finally caught up with The Beautiful One.

Yeah, she’s not feeling the greatest, and is in the shower currently trying to regulate her temperature. It’s never works the first time, but we always hope that it will cure what ails her. I hate seeing her like this, because there’s nothing that I can do.

So today will be a low key day here at The Flat. And I’ll figure something out for lunch and dinner for myself. And if she’s not feeling well tomorrow, I’ll text mom and say we won’t be coming over for dinner, but I’ll head up and drop off the mail for them.

Watching the FireAid on NBC News Now. It surprised me that it was in. For a split second, I was curious why No Doubt was on Dateline. Wow Gwen Stefani was just calling it in. She can’t sing anymore, and has zero stage presence. She butchered two classic No Doubt songs. I was embarrassed for her. Like Crystal said, “she looks like a leather purse was left in the sun for a couple of summers.” Sadly, I tend to agree with her assessment.

In a change of sitting arrangements, Chaucer is on my lap, and the Pippin is sitting on Crystal’s lap. It’s finna be a quiet day. No cap, homies.