Another friend needs help.

Tonight I am too cheerful to be a grumpy sod. Let the world go to hell in a handcart, I’ll help push.

There’s no reason. I’m still less flush than a pair of fours, it’s just a random attack of the cheeries.

It’ll pass. Quickly. It always does.

In the meantime, if you have a tongue you aren’t using, my friend Radar above needs some help.