I'm just a little picky and cranky today. Everyone and everything is getting on my nerves again. I must be turning into a cat. I'm still lazing around in my nightgown & robe ensemble. I'm not feeling very well this morning/afternoon and stayed in bed until 11 am. But this morning when Scott was up getting ready for work I was awake. I read Anna Karenina again for awhile (I have under 100 pages left). Unfortunately, when I laid my head back on the pillow this morning, I inhaled something -- a tiny piece of lint or a feather from my pillow or something. That was not fun. I felt like a cat hacking up a hairball. Whatever it was, I eventually got over the hacking, but I still feel a tickly feeling in my throat -- probably psychosomatic.
Posted by 2Flower at January 14, 2004 11:48 AM | TrackBack