Song Lyric of the Day:
Some kind of verb / Some kind of moving thing / Something unseen / Some hand is motioning to rise, to rise, to rise
Soul Coughing / “Super Bon Bon”
10:47AM.
Rich has been sick for just over a week now. Just when he should’ve been improving, he got sicker. I’m going to the pharmacy now to pick up some more medicine for him. I’m pretty sure I’ll be napping later today; Rich had such an awful coughing jag at 3AM last night that it woke me up and, lucky me, I couldn’t manage to fall asleep again until close to 8AM (I am also severly congested, so that didn’t help). I’m afraid to look in the mirror because I know how awful I must look today.
At least I have Fowler’s Furniture to look forward to–I’m 99% sure I found our china cabinet. You know, the one the moving company dropped and turned into kindling? Well, I popped into Fowler’s on Wednesday on a whim, and lo and behold if I didn’t find a very familiar sight. I’m heading there after taking Rich his medicines with pictures of our china cabinet in hand to verify that it’s the right one. Wish me luck!
