The Virus

            
            It wasn't the Green Dragon and the chicken with black bean sauce. It was a virus, a bug, that did me in. My sister caught it too. It's going around. Warnings to you folks. The virus doesn't last long, but it's a bitch. 

The Trotsky's

         
            Beware of the Green Dragon. I ate some chicken with black bean sauce that didn't agree with me. My stomach is usually pretty strong, but it rebelled in this instance. I got the Hershey squirts, the trots, or the Trotsky's, the runs, or whatever you want to call it. 
            This event wasn't as bad as that time I ate fish soup in Mexico, but it was still uncomfortable. 
            I'm not sure why I'm sharing this information. It think it has something to do with publishing a blog once a week. It's the new year and that has been my goal for sometime. Sorry about that, but I have production quotas I have to keep, and sometimes in the haste to make quotas, quality slips a bit.