I'd Like Breathing For Four Hundred, Alec

Whomever suggested using this:

With these:

Is a life saver. Two thirty in the morning, after trying to sleep in a chair, crawling back into a cold bed, hacking up a lung, blowing nose repeatedly, my Hunny grabbed the chest rub and told me to grab a pair of socks. He'd heard somewhere that coating the bottoms of the feet and wearing socks to bed would help.

It did. It really did. I slept.

Am I better today? Jury's still out on that one. But sleep ensured that I'm not worse. Yay!

Oh! If I manage to get my voice back by tomorrow night, I plan on video recording myself reading Cajun Night Before Christmas and posting it here for Christmas Eve. Between that and my husband's Polish roots, I sometimes sign my artwork Polish Coonass. It works for me.

Until I write again ...

Flea