Jim has the basketball game on as I type this, and I am taking my first breather of the day. It has been a while since I had a weekday off. It is only my fault, as I figure school is almost over and it’s due to be a long summer.
What I don’t figure out is how tired I am.
They always say you can’t hit a moving target. I can see why, because I could have gotten hit a ton today, moving rather slowly. I have to admit though, I was constantly moving slow, as opposed to being off my feet. It has to be the lighter package I am carrying these days that is the answer. We came home from an early dinner tonight and I actually had some energy perking. The breeze felt good and I had a few plants that had to be repotted or put in the ground. I took care of a few chores that needed to be done and even tried to figure out my medication snafu with my prescription provider.
It’s good to feel good.**
**Except for this damn cough that is still lingering on, and now I have more things to try to treat it with.
No, I am not an asthmatic, thank God, but between mold spores from two months of kick butt rain and post-nasal drip, I have been hacking and wheezing for the past month. I have been taking my generic mucinex, forcing fluids, all the good stuff. This past weekend I woke upon on Saturday and had no coughing for one WHOLE day!
Sunday morning? Dry tickle when I woke up, and within 3 hours, the hack was back. Dressing weather appropriate, trying to stay away from other hackers, you know, all that good stuff. Hell, I even got a flu shot…
Give me a good forty degree cold snap and let’s get the crap out of the air and all will be as close to good as it can be.**here’s hoping**
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