A Cold

Who gets a cold in July?

Me.

So, for the past three days I have been grateful for the following things, in no particular order:

Afrin. You make breathing through my nose a dream at night, literally.

Kleenex. You are so much gentler on my nose than a paper towel (because that was all I had at the cabin...did I mention I got sick just in time for our camping trip? Well, I did. And, paper towels do a doozy on the old nose when you're wiping it 100+ times a day).

Scooby Doo, on DVD. You kept my girls entertained so I could snooze the afternoon away and try to get back to my old, healthy self. Still not there yet, but it was a good attempt.