Yep, the tradition continues. For the last several years, I’ve managed to go the whole cold and flu season without any kind of sickness at all. Then when we finally get a nice stretch of warm weather, I end up with a cold. One year I ended up with bronchitis and strep throat and it was 90 degrees outside. Go figure!
April was pretty warm but May has been cold and rainy . . . I think Mother Nature got the two months mixed up. Anyway, the weatherman is finally predicting warm weather just in time for Memorial Day weekend – the temperatures are supposed to be in 70’s and 80’s by the end of the week and we’re supposed to have beautiful weather for Memorial Day weekend. It’s finally going to be nice enough to spend some time outside and I’m fighting off a cold. My throat felt ticklish on Saturday and, sure enough, I got up Sunday morning with a dry cough and a scratchy voice. Today I’m a little worse, but I’m taking Dayquil and eating cough drops. With a little luck, I’ll have this thing licked by the weekend. I am hoping to be able to get out the wading pool and the new sprinkler for the dogs over the weekend . . . and maybe even give them a bath. Guess we’ll have to wait and see.
Luci’s been looking at me strange for the last couple of days. Almost like she’s thinking, "You look like Mommy, but you don’t sound like Mommy." She’s paying more attention to me when I call her but I think she’s afraid that she’s in trouble. At least that’s how she’s acting. Her ears are slicked back along her head and she has a "I didn’t do anything." Look on her face. Blacky knows that I don’t feel well and has been right by my side for the last couple of days. Awww . . . what a nice doggie. Even Hubby called me this morning to see how I was feeling and suggested that I get started on the Dayquil so that I don’t develop bronchitis. I love the fact that he’s worried about me, but I know that part of his concern is that he knows that if I’m really sick then he will have to deal with the doggies and the house by himself.
Except for the fact that I would have to re-do everything he did while I was sick, watching him try to deal with everything could be pretty entertaining . . .