Cooper and I took Otey to the airport in Cedar Rapids late last night so he could fly to Austin, Texas to drive one of the Dodge Rodeo rigs home to Iowa. It’s about an hour and a half drive, and by the time Cooper and I got home, I wasn’t feeling so well. I spent three quarters of the night hugging the porcelain god, and the other quarter pondering the possibility that I may die before sun up. Cooper has been on the self-raising program today while I’ve fought off certain death. We both just got up from an afternoon nap, and the good news is the Cheerios I had for lunch are still in my stomach. I’ve now been upright for about eight minutes and I think I need to head back to the couch. Please excuse my lazy blogging… we should return to our regularly scheduled programing very soon.