I don’t think Mickey will be doing any typing today. I showed up for our weekly session and it looks like he’s out cold. It’s nothing to be alarmed about. I’ve seen it before. As his physical therapist, I would hazard the guess that he’s in a tryptophan coma, brought about my too much overindulging.
It sounds dangerous, but it’s not really. It’s obviously due to too much turkey yesterday and the effects will wear off soon enough.
I’m trying to increase bloodflow by stuffing spoonfuls of blueberry cheesecake into his mouth. Rest assured, if last year is any indication he should be rallying by late Saturday, with no ill-effects other than a stained shirtfront and a messy keyboard.Later.
