Coronemus nos Rosis antequam marcescant

While I put off writing the final chapter of the vacation recap, I think of the immortal words of Thomas Jordan:

Have oysters and lobsters to cure melancholy:
Fish dinners will make a man spring like a flea ...

I went to Taco Bell for lunch today, and I've had a headache ever since (not sure why I don't have a stomach ache), but it may not matter, if we shall be nothing a hundred years hence.