It is a short month and all, but this is ridiculous!
It’s ridiculously cold again, too, with more snow on the way. Woe is me; and Jimmy.
We’re both down and out with an ugly cold. Maybe it’s my imagination, but colds were never this nasty when I was a kid. A runny nose for a day or two was usually the extent of my malady; nothing bad enough to slow me down.
Of course, as a kid, I had my mommy. At night, she’d do the Vicks Vapor Rub thing on my chest, than finish off her Florence Nightingale routine with a warm towel on my chest and a kiss on the cheek. It was pure bliss, guaranteed to fix whatever ailed me.
What has ailed me for the past four days is a runny nose that morphed into head pounding congestion that then descended into the chest and gave rise to a nasty, phlegmy cough guaranteed to hack up a lung.
Oops; too much information?
Let’s stick to the program. That would be the Fun Foto Friday program where you get a few chuckles and Jimmy and I get to go back to recovery mode, minus mom's obvious magical touch.