Health is Wealth.

I should probably still be in bed, ice pack on my head, hot chicken broth in a cup, ample supply of Kleenex and cough drops, battling whatever has taken up residence in my human carcass. Instead, I'm behind the mic per usual on Saturday mornings, with some thoughts about sticking a nasal swab so far up my nose, my frontal lobe got a cleaning, just to see if I have Cyrus The Virus, and how a few hours with an old friend, is a great reminder that health equals wealth...and that a little sunshine on my shoulders is a good thing.