It sure has been a holiday week to remember. Pretty certain this isn’t what Bing had in mind when crooning his holiday tune about a White Christmas. Insult to injury, your Bird had succumbed to any one of the 63 variations of sicknesses going around. Welp, the cold weather is soon to be on the rise and my sickness is limited to a cough and sinus funk. Tuesday morning ITG we’ll be heating up the GCA and sweating out all of the toxins. We’ll be moseying around the St. Al’s campus, stopping for some stupid stuff and enjoying some solid mumble chatter along the way.
Layer up because it’ll still be cold outside and don’t bring coupons; no need for them for this one.