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Henry caught a cold, then I caught a cold, then last night no one got any sleep except for the dog, who, from our respective corners of the bed, Dave and I were each fantasizing about throwing out the window. There's nothing worse than hearing your dog intermittently heave lengthy, loud sighs betwixt snores because she's just so darned comfortable while your tossing and turning and thinking ahead to what a wreck the next day is going to be. I got up with Henry at 6:30 and while he was all chipper I died on the couch just a little bit until Dave came downstairs and suggested I catch a few hours of sleep. So I did. Then I hauled myself out of bed to make my doctor's appointment where I told my Dr. I couldn't sleep because of allergies and annoying dogs. She gave me a prescription for one, but couldn't do anything for me about the other.

Right now Henry's in bed coughing away. Sometimes when I'm sick I think it's our house that's killing us, although I don't know why I think that. Maybe because everything seems extra unhealthy when you're not feeling well, like the whole world's against you and your sinuses so why shouldn't the house be too? Every time I get over a cold I go on a cleaning jag. After this one runs its course I'm probably going to hire someone to clean our couch and rug and also maybe look into getting someone to clean out our heating vents. Have I mentioned how much I dislike forced air heat? I don't like it very much at all. It's all about radiators.

That's what's been going on around here. Lots of Tylenol popping and napping. Oh, and crabbing. Lots and lots of crabbing.