Well, it seems that it's going to be one of those nights. I'm tired, but I can't stop coughing, so I can't sleep. And then I'm worrying about waking up everyone in the house, so here I am at the computer, hoping that a cough pastille will take care of it. I really need to kick this because in less than two weeks, we head off on vacation. The last thing I need is to be sick.
Fingers crossed...
Okay, I have a morning thought for you...
Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen. Mark Twain
*Definitely like the way that man thinks. :)
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