Waging War

Well, the upper respiratory virus my son has been harboring for about a week decided to jump ship and get cozy in my head and lungs...ugh!  It feels like someone is standing on my chest and I make this curious little whistling sound when I breathe.  As you can see, Miss Tuscany Jane (aka Tuss or Tussy) disapproves of my coughing fits because they disrupt the serenity of her spot on my lap.  I can practically see the thought bubbles above her head:

"What's with all the noise, human?!"

"Can't you see I'm trying to sleep here?"

"Please try to keep it down.  All the snorting and hacking is rude.  I mean, really!"

While I battle the microscopic invaders making Tuss and I miserable, I'll pop in to Lost Coast Post as I can...for now, I only have appointments with the tissue box and cough syrup...best wishes (and good health) to all!