Who knows how old that orange juice is? But I reckoned it would have to be nicely fermented by the time Sheldon guzzled it down. Hence the ginormous belch.

(I find it odd that my spell check accepted “ginormous” as a word.)

Thank you for your patience in waiting for this week’s update. Life, blah blah blah.

I am glad I am back to a weekly schedule, however.