I’m getting better, my complaining to the contrary.
I don’t feel like talking, so I dodged two phone calls. (Sorry about that.) And I’m not sure I’m speaking loudly enough when I have to talk. Repeating yourself when talking is unpleasant is just about the most demoralizing thing you can do with a roof over your head.
But I can breathe again, and that’s a huge victory. Huge. So my head is entirely better. Everything between collarbone and belly button is now miserable. I have coughed so much — or rather, so hard — that I’ve strained my abdomen muscles. Also, there is a great deal of congestion. And a lot of coughing.
Despite all of that, I do feel better.
Here’s another picture placeholder, demonstrating the curative power of Peeps.
