Cooper, the seven-year-old on crutches story is too funny. Your little one thinks she's in heaven, crutches and all, while we all know that you, my dear, are in hell.
So, in what might appear to be a hypochondriac pile-up, and in keeping with the New York Time's aspersion that us bloggers are all self-absorbed, let me publicly bemoan the fact that I'm going on two weeks with this killer cold, and am now embarking on a new round of antibiotics. This barely staying afloat because my throat hurts so badly and I'm up all night coughing and I just want to curl up and hide from the world is getting really really old.
I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever be myself again ... and, damn it's been so long, I wouldn't recognize me if I showed up.
I got lots of advice when I contracteded this bug, eons ago, to take various herbal remedies. Wouldn't you know it, the New York Times has an article in the Science section debunking them all. Now I might not be too happy with that paper these days, ordinarily I LOVE the Science section. But, even that section let me down...
Now, in a concerted effort to look at the world in a more positive light, we're thinking of buying the house next door. It's an unbelievable house and I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to live there, but the taxes are horrendous. The house needs lots of work, so the question is, if we were to do the work, would the house increase in value enough so that over time if we decided to sell it we could recoup our investment and the additional taxes we would have to pay? I'm hoping the answer is yes.
That would certainly put a positive spin on these otherwise very rough days.