It's 11:09am and I'm feeling better than yesterday. I can breathe and stand for more than 15 minutes but only with the help of... let's see... Benelyn All-In-One, Otrivin and Buckleys. Quite the cocktail. Oh and tons of OJ and ginseng tea. You've got to do what you've got to do.
Scott stayed home from work again today, supposedly still suffering from his "man-cold". I asked him how he felt and he gave me puppy-dog eyes and moaned something about his cold having moved "behind his ears" and promptly went back to dozing on the couch. Poor injured lamb.
Hey look. There's a chickadee on my windowsill. Okay, you caught me. I have nothing interesting to share with you today. There's bound to be a few shitty blogs when you write one nearly every day.