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Wave & roll

 Yippee! Guess what struck me at 1 in the a.m.? A gastro-intestinal event of epic proportions (ok, maybe novella...or short story...ok, just blog proportions).  Guilt now forces me to ask forgiveness for my lack of empathy toward friends and fam who have been felled by this foe in recent times - fear and the preservation of physical well-being & integrity prevail over any kinship.  Yuck, my stomach does not like to quiver and quake!  The next time I read somewhere the use of the phrase, "a gut-wrenching experience" I sincerely hope my body does not harken the wave and roll.  I couldn't even listen to the radio on my way into work this morning since I knew I'd be bombarded restaurant jingles and talk of the Cape Cod _______ Fest at the Melody Tent yesterday.  (That's right, I can't even write the word!) Though I already knew the result, since my son came home from work last night to tell us the Lobster Boat won. I wouldn't dare risk hearing any culinary descriptors in my current and hopefully soon leaving condition of stomach of discord.  Tonight when I drop my son off at work,  there will be no door-to-door service as usual - he'll get be lucky to get a slow-down-and-leap-out on Rt. 28.   Wave and roll!

I certainly hope you all appreciate my sharing this stomach saga with you as it was not easy to even write under the header of Blog _______.