Well, I caught William's cold and it's turned into a nasty respiratory bug. I feel like crap. It's as if someone is sitting on my chest and I can't get them off.
I think I've gone through 2 boxes of Puffs (they don't blow out like Kleenex does when you have to honk your nose.)
And tomorrow evening is when I go to Al's for that romantic dinner...and I feel horrible. That's my luck of late.
We had some bad storms Sunday night at 'dead time - 3 am'...they were so fierce that I thought the house was gonna be lifted up and I would end up somewhere over the rainbow. Now, don't get me wrong...I'm up for the adventure but I think those ruby shoes would be hell on the feet.