In the Interim

I am no longer dead-miserable sick, for which I give great thanks, and all praise to my family, who made me rest, more or less at musket-point. Avocado demonstrated serious "Nurse Ratched" moves; she kept scolding me and calling me "missy" and "young lady." Someone was having too much fun with Mama's weakened state.

Anyway, I am now at that tedious point where I'm exhausted by little things, but bored to death of lying around lying around. Yeah, I know. Never happy, me. (But seriously glad not to be coughing up a lung. Now I'm coughing up...I dunno. A big toe, maybe?)