Deliver me from orange juice

Beyond being buried in snow for solid parts of the past couple of weeks, we’ve been on the fever-go-round. I’ve spent the last five days in bed myself and am still so congested that it looks like I’ve been thrown down the steps on my face. I am behind on everything, which is the worst part of being self-employed in this time, when being self-employed looks scarier than ever. Luckily, I work well under pressure, when I am well enough to sit up and work.

Dan and Dec have been better off than I have for the past couple of days, and passing the time in interesting ways. If you visit, your arrival will be heralded by this musician:
Peace out.

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