It’s been happening a lot lately.
My nose was all stuffy, and I couldn’t breathe.
Then I started coughing.
What finally got 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 Cowboy were about to send me to the she‑shed when they came into the living room
I was coughing, feeling hoarse, and complaining about 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 told them I’m pretty sure it’s not COVID, and as the day went on, the cough and the hoarseness went away.
On weekends, the only option is to keep the dogs either in my bedroom or in Badger’s room.
We trade off.
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 and quickly 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.
As our groceries slid down the conveyor belt, Cowboy’s phone rang, and he passed it over 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, 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 that was just too bad.
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 Raven’s car is fixed.
They’d better hope it is, because he has to go pick up the kids tomorrow.
He can’t afford to break down with them in the car, and Daddy won’t be able to drive 45 miles up the road to rescue him, only to make the 45-mile trip back home again.
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 watching our TV series.
Oh yeah: David Tennant.
England.
I’m taking Theraflu before bed tonight, which usually puts me into a deep sleep.
Hopefully, that means 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 swear I’m starting to think with 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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