There once was a post...

This morning, when my brain was functioning at an almost normal pace--the ogre having been exorcised out of me with three different medications--I had a wonderful blog all planned out. You see, this morning I saved a baby snapping turtle from almost certain DOOM by moving him off of the walking/jogging path and down near the water's edge. Yes, I am a real American Hero.

Then I planned to wax eloquent about the wonders of my new drugs, given to me by the adorable grey-haired doctor with the Russian accent--very no-nonsense and grandma-like.

But after a whole day of work, my brain is turning into mush, and although my cough is much diminished, it's still there--and it's exhausting to cough that hard.

OK, enough italics and what not. Me and my inner barking seal have a bit more work to do before we can go home.