Am at work. Have tea. Have headache. Have taken meds from the first aid cabinet. Left eyeball still wants to escape.
Am home. Have tea and coffee is prepped for a re-awake time. Have headache. Have grabbed Advil and some allergy meds. Brain still slithering into corners, hiding.
Gronk.
I seriously need to go back to sleep again.
Happy Birthday, Erika!
Belated Happy Birthday, Lee!
{{{Cass}}} Feel better and get some rest.
Happy Birthday, Erika!
Are there different throat caring methods when you can't speak?
The traditional gargling with warm salt water helps. I'd mainly urge you to not try to talk and if you do try, don't whisper. Whispering, says my ENT guy, is very bad for the throat. I screwed up my voice for a long time from talking too much with laryngitis.
This one is for Hec:
Olivia decided she was going to try to grab the cat's tail. He tolerated it for a few moments but started meowing loudly before finally reaching around to nip her little hand. However, before he could strike, she whacked him in the head with the small, plastic, toy shovel she was holding in the other hand.
I think Oswald's going to give her a wider berth than he gave Owen.
Oh, I think I hurt something laughing at Olivia establishing just who is the alpha anything.
Too funny, Cashmere. Olivia is going to be one tough little girl.
I can hear Oswald talking to your dogs: "Look out for the little one. She's armed." Hee.
Oh, man, Cash. That just made my day. I've got tears in my eyes from laughing so hard.
Happy Birthday, erika!!