Afternoon, Undead. Just back from the clinic. Vlad has the croup again, and we’ve got thunderstorms and a tornado warning, and I feel like death warmed over. I think I’ll call Amanda and tell her not to come tonight. If she can’t pick up the new closing song in the morning, she can just skip it.
Oh, TC...{{{{{TC}}}}}
If I were in your neck of the woods, I would send you to my place and I would go to yours and ride herd on the short people for you.
My son was always getting the croup, so I had a vaporizer as a “small appliance.”
After he was hospitalized with pneumonia, (at the tender age of two) the doctor told me to make a “tent” by moving my ironing board by the sofa, draping a sheet over the back of the sofa and the ironing board, and sticking the vaporizer into the mix.
I realize that can’t always be done, but it may cut down on complaints. As for you...hot toddy...mulled, spiced wine... whatever works...
*HUG*