It isn't the cough that'll carry me off, it's the coffin they carry me off in. That's what my dad used to say the few times he ever had a cold. Then he'd say he had too much blood in his alcohol system.
I've had this cough going on 5 days. I finally broke down and went to the doctor to get some REALLY good cough medicine. Apparently whatever it is that makes me think I'm going to cough up a lung is going around. My lungs, according to him, are clear. I'm not coughing up blood (or anything, for that matter)....just a dry, hacking cough. Soooo, he asked me if I want the good stuff or the REALLY good stuff. I opted, of course, for the REALLY good stuff. You are only supposed to take 1/2 to 1 teaspoonful twice a day. I'll take 1/2 in the morning so I can function during the day and a full teaspoon at night so I can sleep. The stuff gives me weird dreams. I have lots to get accomplished so I need to be able to function during the day even if it means I sound like I'm trying to cough up a lung.
Okay, nuff said about that.
Tomorrow I travel to a little place in NC called Shooting Creek. I'm going to the basket guild meeting and will be making a basket. How cool is that? I'm beginning to get the basket-making bug. I figure I may as well learn something new since nothing else I've made is selling these days and baskets are useful.
Need to get a move on. Even though I'm moving only at half speed I can still get some things done today. Y'all have a clear day and remember what doesn't kill you only delays the inevitable.