And did I mention that I’m sick again?

It’s 1 am and I’ve been up for 2 hours looking at vacation rentals for our little trip to the big bay in the west coming up next freaking week.  Yup.  We decided to go and we still have no idea where we’re going to stay.  I want a suite so that little Sassa can sleep somewhere not in the same room as we.  I’d like to a little kicking in the ass of the ole’ LBD (not that we HAVE LBD, oh no, but, you know, sometimes life and shit like miscarriages and The Unbloggable get in the way).  But our budget, it is tight.  I mean, we can’t afford daycare, how can we go on a trip?  Good old Bushie boy.  We could do the responsible thing with our money — pay off bills, stash it in savings, you  know the drill.  But nope.  Our pal George is funding our little family get away, and if I can find someplace to stay that includes the illusion of privacy from our toddler, he’ll be paying us to have lesbian ess ee ecks.  Maybe even more than once (oooh, the sheer decadence!)

I should delete this post before Klove gets up and reads it.

So, why are you up so late, Chicory dear?

That would be because I am sick.  Sick.  Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick.  And when you read over that last “sick”, I want you to hear in your head a whiney, sore-throaty, interrupted-by-coughing Nyquil-ad voice.  Go on, re-read it with the right voice.  That way you can truly know my pain.  Or, rather, the pain of those around me.  

My throat is sore.  I’m coughing.  My ears are painful and clicking.  I can breathe through my nose, though.  Which is a good thing.  Until a big wad of something falls from the part of my sinuses somewhere near my ears and lands right in the breathing passages and chokes me.  That’s not such a good thing.  I even pulled out my neti pot.  You know how the water is supposed to run from one nasal passage to the other (what, you didn’t know this?  well, it is.  it’s supposed to wash your sinuses clean) well, mine doesn’t.  I don’t understand how I can breathe through my nose, and STILL be so congested that the neti pot doesn’t work.  The saline goes in one nostril, makes my ear hurt worse, and then starts trickling UPHILL out the eye on that side of my head AND my throat/mouth.  And if that doesn’t sound uncomfortable to you, then… well, you’ve got some strange ideas of comfort.  

Anyway, so my throat is so sore I can’t sleep.  I took some codeine cough syrup (I’ll bet you’re surprised by that!) and that helped a little.  And I drank some Throat Coat tea.  And that also helped.  I think now that I’ve got this terribly important thing I needed to tell you off my chest I can finally go to bed.

Wait.  I didn’t tell you yet, did I?  Let me go back and read through what I’ve said.

No.  I didn’t say it.

What I wanted to say was that today, despite being home sick, was a good day.  Our house is clean.  Not just clean, but SPRING clean.  Which means that it’s pretty darned organized, too.  When our house is clean I remember how much I love living here.  And our yard is also clean and ready for summer living.  Last year we didn’t get ready for summer living until Labor Day weekend.  This year it’s not even Memorial Day yet and still our yard is cleaned, the gardens are cleaned.  The gazebo is up.  The furniture is out and cleaned off.  The hammocks are hung (all 3 of them).  I love our yard.  I’m going to do a yard post soon so you can all see it and how much it’s changed.  It’s so beautiful.  We’ve worked so hard on it.  I took a short nap in dappled sunlight on a hammock this afternoon.  Short because my ears throbbed and a gob of gunk landed in the breathing pathway of my nose.  But still, lovely.  

I went back inside our clean house, and all the windows were open and a soft spring breeze was blowing through.  

And what I’m writing this post to say was that it was a good day.