The mound of tissues on my nightstand this morning was more of a knoll than the mountain of the previous few days. It is no fun to have a serious cold is it? Well, not having had one for a few years, I'd almost forgotten what it feels like to go through a box of Kleenexes in no time at all. Bless Bruce's heart, these few weeks are rough for him, working overnight and all, so having me under the weather during the few days he was home, well, it was rough.
As you may recall from my last post, he missed his connection in Atlanta while trying to get home. By ten minutes! His incoming flight from Minneapolis was fifteen minutes late leaving him without enough time to get to the next gate. He spent the night sleeping in the airport!! On some chairs! In 25+ years of traveling this has happened maybe one other time. Because it was midnight by the time he got to Atlanta, he slept fitfully until he could board the first outbound plane. You can well imagine how tired he was after last week, braving the snowy weather in Calgary as well as the airline mismanagement. But, having said that, he never complains. He does, on the other hand worry about his jobs until they are complete, so add that to the mix and well, you get the picture. What is happening is that he has been project managing four overnight remodels, two of which are now complete, the one in Calgary is still underway, and the one in Miami is happening as I type.
How's that you ask? Because it is 6AM and I've been up for hours. And why would that be? In spite of the Mucinex Michelle gave me to use last evening, I awoke at 3:30 coughing and coughing. After many minutes I just went ahead and got up and made a coffee cake. And now I am writing. Later on I will be crashing, but I'm okay for now, and when I'm upright the cough is merely sporadic. The final onslaught of the cold, or that has been my previous experience. It began in the roof of my mouth Friday morning, just a funny feeling. Same for Bruce, but he seems to have fought it off. By Friday evening I knew I was doomed. As was Bruce who got very little sleep on Friday night because I was making such a commotion with all of my nose blowing. Weak and miserable all Saturday, Sunday a low grade fever, with kleenex piles galore, I spent my awake time reading, finishing The Great Alone, which was super good, albeit a little, well sappy isn't the exact word I'm looking for, but something along that order. I learned that a movie is going to be made of the book and perhaps editing will help when it comes to the final quarter of the book.
Okay, enough of all that. I did want to say though that it was so weird when I went into the kitchen earlier. The clock in our bedroom read something like 3:45, but when I went into the kitchen the first thing I saw was the digital clock on the range top which read 12:30. What's going on? Raising my eyes the digital read out on the microwave corroborated the bedroom clock. I haven't the foggiest notion of how to change the clock which apparently changed when there was a brief power outage, or so I think because my computer also showed signs of it. Aw, life in the 21st century.
Last week was all about getting things done that I'd otherwise been putting off. The eye check, the air conditioner, and on Friday, a trip to a podiatrist.
The new dress with the vintage buttons...
As is the back "yard" throughout the day. Oh how I loved this light!
As to Hurricane Michael, the effects will not be felt here, but oh the poor folks in the panhandle. Their world is set to turn upside down today. :(
While this is apropos of nothing in this post, I took these photos a few weeks ago, and thought some far flung readers might like seeing what has become of the Pulse nightclub, two years after the tragedy.
Maureen is seeing some improvement from all the physical therapy she is receiving at the rehab center, and in California, Carol is sounding and feeling some better. Before long their sister won't be hacking the night away and things will be looking up.
It is hard to believe that I saw this from my balcony perch last year about this same time. How blessed we were to have finally experienced Autumn!
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