This week is over, thankfully, and the worst of it wasn't quite as bad as I thought.

The beasties and I decided to not tell Elder Beast the news about Barbie until he was feeling better. So, he asked how she was. I couldn't lie to him on the phone. He cried a little, and so did we, but he seemed okay when he hung up.

The cough is still here, lingering and making me miserable. Next Monday, hell or high water, I'm walking again and working on getting my energy back.

We're down to one computer for the three of us. It is challenging, especially with homework obligations, but I hope to have some good news from HP soon. The old tower computer is out at the shop, too, getting upgrades so *knocks wood* it will be ready to be picked up this coming week, as well. Then we'll be able to get back to the normal routines.

Muse-wise... I know that I need to get back to Izzy, Roby, and Gwynne. I'm getting itchy and irritated from this lung-gunk, so I am hoping that means the fug is continuing to burn off.

Supper now, and to read and get caught up.