Maybe the light at the end of the tunnel wasn't a train...

Well, The World's Best Antibiotics (tm) have kicked in and I am feeling better! Hallelujah, y'all. I still have a very slight cough, but it's decreasing exponentially as the days pass. Possibly more importantly, MY FINGER ISN'T GREEN ANYMORE! Woohoo!

That was rather alarming. I've never had a green digit before. Before we went in to see the doctor I told Patrick it had become a zombie and warned him not to make it angry. Then I pointed it at him and whispered "Braaaaaaains." I don't think he bought it.

And on another happy note, we have recovered slightly over half of our dress money from the Evil Dress Bitch! This will make absorbing Gurglepurr's teeth costs so much easier. I really hope he hasn't got FeLV. Apparently terrible teeth at a young age are a marker for it, but he tested negative at the shelter he came from and you can also just have really bad teeth. So hopefully he just has rotten teeth? That seems like a strange thing to hope for, but it would be way better than the alternative. I'm not even sure what that is, but it would probably be bad.

Patrick's off to a recording gig tonight, so I'm going to lazy about at home and probably go to sleep really early. Now that I can sleep without waking up to cough, I'm doing my best to soak rest up like a sponge.

Also, I think I want to take up archery. It has always seemed like fun to me, even when I was little and the best I could do was making my own bow and arrows out of sticks and baling twine. Yep, Montana girl. Baling twine is great for everything. Almost as versatile as duct tape. My arrows didn't go very far or in much of a straight line, but the bow DID shoot. Which, to my way of thinking, is kind of a miracle. I had no idea what I was doing. Not that I do now, but that's what lessons are for! Now if only we could afford them...