Cough. Cough-cough. Hack. Cough. Hack. Cough, cough.
Yep, that would be me.
I had a really bad bout of bronchitis many years ago, and when I get a cold, it tends to settle in the lungs, irritating those old scars. And I cough. And cough. That's where I am now. I'm not really feeling bad today. I have a little bit of a runny nose, but nothing to be concerned about. I'm just coughing. If I say more than a few words, I start coughing worse. Sooooo. I'm not talking much.
I've had a lazy day so far. I've just watched TV, read and listened to music most of the day. I'm using the cold and cough as an excuse to not do much work, too. If I do anything that brings exertion, I cough, so HEY! I can't work, right?
The dogs have been alerting me to the deer on the property all day long. I don't know what it is, but there have been several singles and groups wandering around, probably totaling around 20 through the day. I haven't taken pictures, because they've been away from the house. I'm wondering why they are so active. Is it hunting season? I suspect it is. Perhaps they are here to hide away and be safe. Suits me. I'm not really opposed to hunting if people actually use it for food, but I also don't like to think about my beautiful neighbors being someone's dinner. And I especially don't like hunting as a sport.
OK, that's all I got. Isn't that pathetic? Me, the marathon blogger! Yeah, you're right. I'm not well, not at all.
Cough cough, hack.