Bronchitis? I don't know. Whatever it is, it's hanging around for a second week. The fever is gone, as well as that pesky sense that I am just about to die from all the mucus. My nose is only partly stopped up. But my eyes and nostrils still feel hot and fat, and I'm still using my inhaler four or five times a day.
So, all in all, some is, some ain't.
I went to the craft shop one day week-before-last, right before the plague came to my house, and totally loaded up on my favorite polymer clay. I went in thinking, "I'm going to buy one or two new colors to make new stuff for our show." Then it was on sale for much cheaper than normal, and the next thing I knew I had a basket full of stuff. The sad part is, I'm looking at this picture and thinking, "Wait, I didn't get any greens!"
I'm feeling like Jason and I are in the midst of this whirlwind of opportunities and we're grasping at all of them, and waiting to see what we have in our hands once the weather calms down. No matter what happens, it feels good to be striving for something.
Now we're just waiting for tomorrow morning when we can discern whether or not Reed has the pink eye.
It is NEVER boring in this house.
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I tell you, in all seriousness, to either listen to or read Anthony Robbins. His Cassettes helped me find focus in a world full of things to grasp.
Ooooh! Otto has already had pink eye twice this month. We so have you beat on the pink eye score.
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