By The Skin Of My Teeth

Many boxes and bottles of various cold, cough, and flu remedies.
I wish I had all this right now. Damn you, stock photography!

No post tonight. I did write at least 500 words, but they are super rambly and incoherent, because I’m coming down with a cold, and I just want to drop into bed and sleep it off.

But I did show up and pound out some words. 527 words, in fact.

Thanks for checking in. I appreciate you, dear reader. I’m glad you’re here. Here, let me give you something to ponder:

You’ve probably heard the phrase “by the skin of their teeth” but did you ever wonder what that meant? Isn’t the skin of our teeth our gums? What do gums have to do with escaping from something?

And as an experiment, I’m going to open comments tonight. Comments will close after 2 days. You have to include a name and an email address, but you don’t have to register.

If you’re a reader, drop a note below and say hello! I’d love to wake up from my NyQuil-induced coma to read what you’ve got to say.

  • Sheesh, now I have to dust off my bible. It won’t be any skin off my back if I don’t get to it tonight. Hope you feel better.

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