Sick Call
The News Guy was under the weather yesterday.
No big deal. Vital signs normal. Just aches, pains, sneezing. You know the drill.
So instead of creating deathless prose, he spent the day sleeping, drinking as many (non-alcoholic) beverages as he could manage, and, of course, sacrificing several small animals to Asklepios, the Greek god of healing (above).
(For extra credit, identify the famous Greek whose last words were to ask an associate to make a sacrifice to this god in his behalf).
Full recovery expected, by tomorrow it is to be hoped (not, note, “hopefully,” as folks commonly, but incorrectly, say in this context).
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April 23rd, 2009 at 6:08 am
Spiro Agnew ?