I slept pretty well. Woke up with a killer headache. Still have a random little cough and some phlegm. I guess I’m a little stuffed up, too. No fever. Really it just feels like being sick.
I’m thankful it’s not a billion degrees outside this morning so I can sit out here and read while the rest of the family is inside…but I already hear my bed calling me.
A few hours later…
Thankfully it’s not unbearable outside so I’m still on the porch. Different egg chair, though, for a bit different view.
And then this happened.