I had a very restless night.
Lately, that’s not uncommon.
My nose was all stuffy, and I couldn’t breathe.
Then I started coughing.
What finally drove me out of bed was, well, I don’t exactly remember.
David Tennant was in the dream, and I was yelling “no more British, no more British.”
I really need to stop watching the TV before bed.
Badger and Heron were both about to banish me to the she-shed when they came out to the living room.
I was coughing and hoarse and complaining of an achy head.
Badger not so politely told me the last time I was like this, I was unconscious for two weeks, and she was all alone in a dark living room watching too much Guy Fieri.
I assured both of them, I’m reasonably sure it’s not COVID, and as the day wore on, the cough and hoarseness went away.
There is no choice except to lock the dogs in my bedroom or Badger’s on the weekends.
We alternate.
I’m allergic to guinea pigs, not dogs, but maybe all that flying fur is still stirring things up.
I’ll try running the air purifier more often, especially at night.
We made it to town.
We stopped at the thrift store.
Badger found a knit cap with ear flaps, and I found myself a scarf.
Then we got our groceries from Walmart.
Our groceries were going down the conveyor belt when Cowboy’s phone rang, and he handed it to me.
Raven.
“I’m stuck on the side of the road, in people’s way, just before you get to the underpass at Pappaw’s.”
Well, dang.
We got the groceries put in the car as quickly as possible, had a bit of a disagreement on whether we could grab a burger from Burger King, and headed down the road to rescue Raven.
Yes, we stopped at Burger King, and as Badger and I told Cowboy it would happen, we had a bit of a wait because they had to cook my fish sandwich.
Then we got home, and they had forgotten Raven’s two burgers.
We’re twelve miles from Burger King, so there wasn’t much we could do about it.
We got the groceries unloaded, and Cowboy and Raven went back out to find Raven a battery and a serpentine belt.
They didn’t get back until nearly time for Cowboy to go to work.
Cowboy was eating as fast as he could when his alarm went off to remind him it was time for work.
They think that Raven is fixed.
They’d better hope he is, because he has to go pick up the kids tomorrow.
He can’t be breaking down with them in the car, and Daddy won’t be able to drive 45 miles up the road to rescue him.
Then it’s 45 miles back home.
We'll have to go back to town in the morning.
We still need to get gas for the car, go to Food City for the groceries Walmart doesn’t have, and get chicken feed.
The rest of the evening has been spent watching our TV series.
Oh, yeah: David Tennant.
England.
I’m taking Theraflu before bed tonight, and usually that puts me in a deep sleep.
Hopefully no more nightmares.
We have one more season of this show, and I guess we’ll find something else.
Hopefully something American for a while.
I’d almost swear I’m starting to think in a Scottish accent.
I’ll call it a night, and head to bed.
It’s not going to be easy to wake Cowboy up early again.
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