On the mend

Thank you, dear friends, for your concern & kind sympathies. Yes, I am feeling better- although I’m still stuffed up, the fever is gone & I’m not so tired. I’m back at work & everyone has kindly stayed away from my desk all day. I believe this has less to do with concern for my delicate state of health or the amount of work I have to do, than the desire to avoid catching my cold. Then again, it could be because my ears are stuffed up & I can’t hear the phone ringing or anyone asking me questions, so they think I’m ignoring everyone!
I have to share a funny story from my second nap yesterday. Yes, I took two naps yesterday- I went to sleep after my first dosage of cookie therapy & was awakened by Sam at 2:00 pm, reminding me that I needed to pick up his prescription at Target & that he needed to go the Barnes & Noble for a new book. When we got back home, I had another dose of chocolate chips & Nyquil, & snuggled back under the covers for a little rest. I was dreaming of working in my yard, using a squeaky wheelbarrow; as I slowly awoke, I realized the squeaking sound was real- very faint, but coming from nearby. I lay very still, trying to locate the sound; but it had stopped, so I went back to sleep. Just as I was drifting off, I heard the faint noise again- I sat up in bed, looking around for the source, but of course it was gone again. I got out of bed & went to the window, thinking maybe it was the breeze, whistling thru a crack in the sash. I secured the window & crawled back into bed, determined to get 10 more winks before Chris got home. I listened intently for a bit, then slowly began to relax- & I heard it again. Coming from the bed. Coming from me. Yes, it was the dreaded “Nose Whistle”! I started giggling, then laughing- the cats left in a huff, & Sam poked his head in to make sure I was okay. I told him what had happened & we both got a case of the helpless giggles- this is how Chris found us & why I got little sympathy for the rest of the evening- he thinks we are certifiable.