Welcoming A Visitor & Other News

Ever so secretively, a teeny tiny phlegm factory move into my lungs. They could've at least warned me they were coming, but no, that would've been asking too much. No headache, no aches or pains, no sinus problems, no coughing, no nothing. Just phlegm, wheezing and pain in my chest when I cough. I hate wheezing. Every five minutes I get all freaked out, stop what I'm doing and listen carefully to the noise that I hear. Is it outside? Is it someone trying to break in? Is Clara crying? Oh no, nevermind, that's just me wheezing. Awesome.


In all fairness, they did choose a good time to pay me a visit. Saturday was my last day at the company I've been working onsite. It would've been much harder to do that while my lungs are occupied and I make more noise than a one-man-band. Working from home is easier to manage while sick and Clara won't mind as much if I lay around all day.



In other, happier, news, I finally figured out how to style my new hair cut without it looking awful. Those first few days were rough figuring things out without a flat iron. But rest assure, everything worked out.

Here's a brief glimpse into that glorious moment:

Jason (calling out from the bedroom as he woke up to the camera beeping for the 57th time at six in the morning): What are you taking pictures of?


Me (in my mind): Not me. I swear, not me. In reality, I ignored him hoping he'd just go back to sleep and not remember. Instead, he got out of bed and caught me in the act.