Two Weeks And Counting...

Things are improving though at a snail's pace, it seems. Jacob has good days and not so wonderful days in which he does not want to eat, sleeps or wanders about meowing crankily. Thankfully, they are few, at least for now.

I, on the other hand, still dispense medication and food while coughing and sleeping quite fitfully. I also pick up and wash dishes, laundry and rubbish, and change his box daily, no matter the day or how I'm feeling  just so some semblance of order is maintained. Most of the time, I am tired and have little or no energy for anything else.

Amid all of this, there is the political sideshow which if truth be known is so scary as to be almost paralyzing...I have sent letters and e-mails and have had responses. I just hope we live to fix the mess we're in...

I'm sorry not to be writing much, just little energy at the moment. I'm glad to know that most of you in blog land are doing well. I raise my cup of chicken soup to you!

Under The Weather...

I woke up one week ago with an all too familiar sense of dread. My head and chest were filling, my head was aching and the cough that was to overtake my waking hours to the point of vomiting began in earnest. My attempts at cough syrup resulted in frequent trips to the loo, preventing the rest or sleep my body craved. The bathroom plumbing became an issue, and even the cat, catered to in his own chronic illnesses, looked worried.

As days stretched, sleep was finally restored to us both and I've found a measure of peace in abandoning the blog, Facebook and e-mail in favor of bits and bobs of a book in bed. As of now, congestion appears on the wane, the flat is quiet and Himself is asleep in a ball on the bed. I am still mostly eating soup and swilling hot and cold liquids between naps. I will see you when I see you.