Cough

That's what we've been doing a lot of this week.  After the stress that the funeral brought upon us, I had a premonition that we would spend the next week sick.  Unfortunately, I was right. 

So cough.

There's been a lot of this:



This:



and this:

All week we've been taking turns taking care of each other.  I'll feel better and I'll take care of him, then the next day I'll regress because I didn't take care of myself, so he'll step in.

We crave heat, steam, and hot liquids. 

So, wouldn't you know, it went ahead and snowed?

A cold, overnight, and conflicting message from Mother Nature: stay inside and hibernate but after you chase snow-loving puppies inside. 

More coughing. 


I'd like to get on with my life. 




We're delayed a little bit with our move.  The funeral plus this week of coughing is a bit of a set-back.  So, rather than Feb 1st, we're looking at Feb 18th.  I'm disappointed that I will have to post-pone a fabulous Love Day Party that I had planned for my family and friends.  I'm also bummed that I will have to watch my favorite zombie show all by myself with all of the blinds down, clutching pillows, reasoning with dogs to hold it until the morning.  I'd like us to be there right now, but papers need to be filed and loose ends have to be tied.

That's all contingent upon if we ever get our full lung capacity back though. 

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a hit of Nyquil.