I have not taken pictures this week.
I have barely read.
I have hardly been outside.
I have been inside. Coughing.
To be frank, it makes me c-r-a--n-k-y.
Today, however, we finally got some vim and vigor about us and cleaned windows, vacuumed piles of dog hair from under the piano, and managed to make a delicious taco salad for dinner without coughing all over it (too much.) If being sick does anything for me, it helps me to be delighted with really small accomplishments.
I hope to have interesting things to say about good books, fun adventures and achingly beautiful photos...someday...when I quit coughing. Coughing is, after all, a full-time job.