Doc here, and man whose dance moves have made women cry and dogs run for cover, with a Quick Note from my desk, deep in The Valley near the small women's liberal arts college.
It is rare that I do not post reports on a Sunday on The Journal, but yesterday was one of those days. I needed a day of R&R, and while it started that way, it morphed into a trip to 15th Avenue Adult Theater in Melrose Park, IL with Farrah, Charlie's fairest Angel.
By the time I returned back after the trip with Farrah, I was speaking in tongues. My neighbor here in the Valley asked to borrow my hedge trimmers, and I believe I responded with "ad praesens ova cras pullis sunt meliora ad quem ad quod", which loosely translated means "Eggs today are better than chickens tomorrow ". My neighbor seemed confused.
Which brings us to today... I am still hurting, but at least I'm playing hurt. Some unbelievable reports are on the way, starting early this afternoon. It was a great weekend across the country at most adult theaters, and I can't wait to share what I have in the editing que with you.
So remain calm, and carry on... The Good Doctor is back in the office.