Well, that actually lasted much longer than I thought.
The first day of fall coincidentally marks our first Sick Day.
I might have thought A-Dog was faking it, but I, too, woke up feeling like I’d swallowed a sea urchin during the night, so I let her go back to bed.
Sean keeps pushing the Eukanaba (or whatever it’s called) on me saying it boosts the immune system or something.
It is now Day 2 of this horrendous head cold lodged where my tonsils used to be, and I feel worse than ever.
I think this Euthanasia (or whatever it’s called) is just Spanish Fly for Strep.