Debates regarding the election are soon coming. They won’t change my mind. Similarly, when it comes to cramping in bed, my dear friend, Marshall, and I had a funny debate on whose cramps were worse. I don’t know how old I am, but I do know he is older than me, thus giving him an advantage. We went through the feet and calves, but my ace in the hole were the hamstrings. Excruciating.
There was no winner. I proclaimed at the end of our conversation that we should just start discussing the weather.