Seriously tired, people - Larry let the kids stay up and roast marshmallows tonight over the neighbor's fire pit (and no, we could NOT possibly be more suburban, that is correct) and now it is 10 PM and NO ONE IS ASLEEP. I could weep.
And we have to be at a 9:00 doctor's appointment tomorrow AM for Brian and his TB symptoms, who of course stopped coughing (again) the minute I made the darn appointment; but it's too late to cancel it now (and if I did, he'd start up again, anyway).
And...I was sitting in Starbucks this afternoon, working away, when I got this irritating little tickle in my own throat and almost coughed my intestines out. I could not stop. I had to pack up my computer and leave, tears streaming down my face, hacking away, with everyone in the shop eyeing me warily. By the time I got home, it felt as though I had sprained my throat from the coughing. Is that possible? Should I Google "sprained throat"? Because it STILL hurts like the dickens. And Larry doesn't seem to believe me. You'd think he thought I was a hypochondriac or something...