You know it's bad if I skip Zumba. Zumba is what keeps me sane. However, I walked out to the mailbox to mail the check for the payment of my Mom's funeral, yea, very cheery around here, and the walk to the mailbox and back left me breathless and exhausted.
Plus, now I have this tickle in my throat that makes me cough and when I cough I get a stabbing pain in my throat.
Good times.
I'm sitting here, on my bed, with my very sexy black, almost 20 year old sweats that fall down because they are coming apart at the seam in the back. I'm a sniffling, sneezing, coughing mess. I bet you want to come over, eh?
But, as Three-a says, it's noro! Life is good.
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