The dreaded lurgy is back.
{Blar.}
Jessica is having a weekend away at the beach in Florida.
{Yay! Have so much fun!}
Meaning Tulip is left to be my nursemaid.
{Tulip's recipe for health: we'll go to the dog park - the sun will bake the lurgy out of you. Eat as many filet mignon doggy treats as you want - you need the protein. Then play with me until exhaustion - then you'll sleep really well. xoxo, Tulip}
Here's to a weekend filled with sniffles, coughing, being buried alive under a mountain of kleenex, Tylenol Sinus, Tylenol Cold, Advil, stuffy noses, pajamas and the cutest puppy that ever was.
How could you possibly top that? Have a wonderful weekend!!!
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Having gone through the same, and not having been able to run for two plus weeks, I nevertheless, am happy to have coughed, neezed, felt hot/cold/hot/cold, energysapped. Because, as it was noted on "GI Jane" (not a classic but with some pretty good lines), if you can feel the pain, that means you are still alive (still, it did mess up my training plans . . .)
I'm glad you are better now.
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