I'm Dead, Jim

No voice.
Clogged sinuses.
Achy body.

Back to bed. . .

Hot Tub Singers

It's hard enough to concentrate on my evening devotions with a headcold, but two young men singing "Crocodile Rock" and "Folsom Prison Blues" in the hot tub doesn't help.

At least Security arrived promptly. I just hope these guys don't just jump the fence later.