The cold is winning, I am turning into the cold. If I cough any more I am going to wear dentures, I’m sure of it.
On a brighter note when you have no energy to leave your computer, you can finish your hall of fame layouts (printing, labeling, supply lists, etc.) now, if I only have the will to go to the post office tomorrow (hoping I won’t sneeze all over them).
Spencer’s worse off than I am. I am afraid we may be making a trip to the doctor tomorrow. Mucho-lethargic. He’ll only wake-up and giggle if you tickle him (which, is the reason I didn’t take him tonight). Poor kid.
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