At least twice a year this big boulder rushes at me and flattens me.  The boulder’s name is “asthmatic bronchitis”. Let me tell you. It stinks. I’ve been told to lay low for a couple more days while I pop a disturbing amount of pills and suck on my inhaler. Since I’m sure none of you want to hear me go back and forth between a gravelly, squeaky tenor and a cough that sounds like I am holding a bag of salt and pebbles in my chest, I’ll be postponing Wine and Design at 701 CCA this Thursday to another day.  I will let you know as soon as I have the new date. I deeply apologize!

I hope you are all having a great week!