Whatever You Can Try

There are so many things around this house bought to help me with my headaches.  Cold treatments, heat treatments, massage treatments, and now

this little electric jobby.  I got as much for my fingers as anything else, and have done couple of "treatments" thereon.  No change yet, but I couldn't realistically expect one.

After getting out for therapy and feeling none the worse for wear, I woke up today with a somehow stuffed AND dripping nose, coughing spells, and sneezing.  

Look, we may call you "common," but we don't mean it as dismissive or a slur.

I've spent the day pricing more yard sale things, working to clear out the back porch so that I can create my little space there.

That's the treadmill in the lower right.  I'm taking the cat tower apart.  I certainly plan on having more cats, but will get a  new one then. 

The icicles lights must come down, I have to find a runner rug, and, ideally, a rocking chair.  It will probably take me a minute, but I plan on getting there.  That's likely not the desk's final spot, just where it landed for now.

I've got honey mustard bread going in the machine, after a dinner of chili and spaghetti.  I might have a little ice cream later, though I'm getting very sleepy.  Rest may win out.