Day after day of working out under the sun has made me, uhhmmm, cranky. To add to my misery, I've been dragging around this upper respiratory gunk with a wicked sore throat for almost a week now. Nothing beats having a fever and being out in 113'F temps.
Garrett has been left at the vet's clinic for a day or two of observation. We can't get to the bottom of his constant coughing. My grandmother would tell me to stop kissing animals that I would catch a virus. She may have been on to something...
It's official: stick a fork in me, I'm done.
