7:30. I will be able to prop myself up for that, I'm certain.

Oh sweetie, I hear you. I feel like six tons of doggie doo, myself. At least we can't blame one another for getting the other sick.

Hang in there. Drink tons of fluids and make the Ferrett rub your footsies.

We can't blame each other, no.

But is that really a good thing?

;-)

You feel better, too. Much hot tea.

Good point. Better to know who made you feel like shit and having a name to put to the face than going around wanting to kill EVERYONE because you want to kill the bastard that breathed on you.
Anyway, take good care of yourself, Gini. You've been thru hell lately and the stress can't be good for you.

Not been my best year thusfar, huh? I'm sure it's going to get better. Thanks for the good wishes!

Well, from one sickie to another, I do hope you feel better. Now, I'm going to go whine and blow my nose some more.

*hugs and gropes*
L

Thanks, dear. Fortunately I have a Weasel who takes good care of me - and who isn't going out of town tomorrow night so I won't have to suffer alone - yay!