Overall it was a bad month for my health - a sprained ankle coupled with a horrible cough and an onslaught of emotional and physical obstacles brought on by the ingestion of little triangular pills. My brother asked why Pierre couldn’t just take the pill instead of me. I think I just might make him do it just to get back at him. I’m thinking Sunday-through-Tuesday could take a little late-night dip in his Michelob Ultra Light. Then we’ll see who’s being overly-sensitive.