Day 4 of uber-cold. I slept on the couch last night because I couldn’t breathe, to stop from waking up my husband. It was really REALLY bad. So yuck. (I hate colds, can you tell?)
I’m trying to convince him that one more night on the couch will help him not catch it, but he’s not cooperating. I’m hoping my incessant nose-blowing will finally show him the truth of my ways.
Can’t wait to enjoy living again, har har!