Tuesday, September 21, 2010


You know that feeling:
When you're sick as a dog and you've worked all day, you come home and take some extra strength super-dee-dooper medicine, slip under your covers, close your eyes, listen to the thunderstorm rolling in and smell the moisture filled air (through that one nostril that works).

It's a beautiful thing.

1 comment:

  1. Yes it is, especially when you slip into blissful oblivion a few minutes later:)