Also the weather.

And the weather.

Ah.

Well.

Um.

I hear Nashville's nice.

Boise seems to be a nice city from what I've seen of it.

Little Red Hen was my favorite book as a baby. I still have it. My mom says I learned to read on it. Guess that's where my Fine I'll do it myself tgen attitude came from.

Update on my day: work is throwing curveballs, I feel like crap warmed over, and I'm probably not actually getting to the gym or anywhere else. Can't stop coughing. Breathing is hard. Air feels like soup.

Breathing is hard

I'm rather ashamed of myself for taking so damned long to realize that the asthma did not go away it just hid. I thought it was a weakness to get a regular medication instead of a rescue inhaler. I had put the breathlessness down to being fat and out of shape. I'm still fat and out of shape, but I can cross the parking lot now without stopping to catch my breath at the door to the building (unless it's fucking cold or there's a dust storm or a nearby wildfire).

Beathing should not be hard. Lungs - listen up and play nice now.

Says the lady who forgets that meds really do help and waiting until I'm miserable is silly.

CJ just got home and I told him I had shared his monkey suit wearing with y'all. He asked if I had told you he wore it to perk up his girlfriend who is fighting cramps and menstrual pain.

Yeah, Idaho has some beautiful parts but the winters are not Dana-friendly, from what I've seen.

Bummer, Zen. Breathing being hard makes everything else well nigh impossible.

My main software tool is not working today. Whee.

Even more aw for CJ, that's sweet. Does a monkey onesie count as monkeypants? I think it should.

He asked if I had told you he wore it to perk up his girlfriend who is fighting cramps and menstrual pain.

You raised that boy right, I tell you what.

A Search and Rescue guy and willing to look silly for his girlfriend? There's going to be competition for him.