Alive (Barely!)

It struck a week ago. On Tuesday, I wasn't feeling 100% and since we had dinner guests coming, I left work a bit early. Dinner was a pot luck and I'd wisely opted for paper plates and dining on the deck, so the work was minimal. But once the guests were gone and the dishes done, I realized I was, in fact, sick. Head felt huge and bloggy. Called in sick for work on Wednesday and haven't been back since.

It was nose and head and froat for a couple of days and then on Friday The Cough commenced. We had tickets for a concert and decided to give it a try; I made it partway through the first piece and the coughing fit forced me into the lobby where I stayed for the rest of the first half. When Joe joined me, we decided to head home. The Cough continues, being horrible and night and horrible-minus at other times. It's been a few years since I had this, and I'm thankful for that.

I've slept a lot (when the cough will permit it) during the day, consumed drugs, tea and water, and complained without ceasing.

Yet it prevails.

I did pick up five quilts from the machines, machined the binding on all of them, trimmed the excess on all of them, and have the hand-stitching on the first one 3/4 finished. I've been reading -- finished a very thought-provoking book and started another. I've watched TV. And waited for it to end.

But it hasn't yet.