Buying stock in the soft tissue

I'm supposed to have this fabulous immune system. I rarely got sick when I was younger and it's the Captain who has twice yearly-knock-him-back-stay-in-bed-for-3-days kind of colds. However, for the past 32 hours I've been the one making best friends with:

chugging 

 at bedtime after working on my sniffing skills with 

.

I'm miserable.  I can't even taste chocolate and daytime medicine doesn't even start to dry up the river of snot flowing out of my nostrils. Pretty picture, eh? 

The Captain is trying. But he doesn't take care of me like I want to be taken care of. I'm stubborn and picky and when I don't feel good I'm worse than the Wicked Witch. God bless his soul. 

I will blame my pitiful immune system on the weather patterns lately and the amount of travel I've done. Honestly, I think the Mid-South springtime weather is worse than the Oklahoma plains. Storms just pop up and pressure changes so quickly. I spent a week in MCI and last weekend at the lake and home with our Mommas. I've eaten out quite a bit and haven't had time to catch up on house work or even the check-paying kinda work work. My tomatoes aren't planted, there are weeds in my flower beds, and my yard needs to be mowed again. Ugh! 

But I went to the library today (to return books way overdue) and pick up some new ones. If my eyes can focus I'm going to read A Brave New World.  It was one of my favorites in High School and introduced me to one of my top 2 favorite word: pining. An intense longing for someone. It's gorgeous, romantic, beautiful, rarely used and when I find the phrase where it is used in the book I'll share. 

And did I mention my face is breaking out?

Cheers!