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.