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!