Take 2

OK, so my putrid throat didn't actually go away. Sneaky. Except it's really bronchitis, I found out this morning. Started a Zpak and am crossing my fingers that tomorrow is my day... Since today sure wasn't.

I have no one to blame but myself--doped up with ibuprofen and an intense desire to NOT be in my bed for one more minute, I overdid it yesterday. Fortunately today I was able to make it to the doctor, and my good friend brought me chicken noodle soup, and Polly took a good nap. And Matt came home early from work... Again.

And I'm that much further into season 2 of Poldark... Ahhhhhhhhh

Maybe this week we'll get a Christmas tree. I'm just ready to get back to real life. Counting my blessings. Glad that I have a busy active life that keeps me moving and learning and healthy and happy most days.