Well, Joe, I don't think I should give you too hard a time for having a life out in meatspace, as opposed to living here 24/7 like you used to. Happy Thanksgiving. I gave the tune a listen and it's close enough for folk music. I mean, it's a little different than the one I know, but who knows which came first? Or if I've processed it myself?
Blessings,
Barbara,
who is the only even halfway healthy person in her family today, and so is hanging out at Mudcat instead of the table. That respiratory flu that's going around sure is ferocious! The kid did the emergency room for respiratory distress on Tuesday, and the spouse is in the sack (where he's been for a day and a half)with a temp of 101. Think I'll open a can of tuna fish.