Morning post-it

Mr. Scratchy, Herman;  I have this overwhelming need to post you a note this morning. Not too sure why.
Also, want to ask you how your nose and ribs are?  Yeah, not too sure where that came from, but I'm going to start going with my gut more and not second guess myself so much. So... how's your nose and ribs?
"Blues Skies"...I've got that damned song in my head suddenly, the Rod Stewart version. I suppose it's going to be one of those days. Days where things pop to mind that make even me feel like it's a weird day.
Birds suddenly started to chirp outside my window as I was typing that...too cool.

Alright, that's it for right now, hope your day is smooth and the alcohol free.