I must admit it, so clip this column as Exhibit A when it’s gone altogether, but I’m losing my mind. During a second weekend of precautionary, self-administered quarantine status, the thoughts occupying this noggin, some briefly while others boast of having squatters’ rights, are making me sho-nuff dizzy.
See if you can keep up long enough to make a diagnosis.
Guess what I ate this weekend?
It’s been…
