Nyquil makes for bad thinking

This weekend has been an exercise in breathing. I've got the nice deep hacking cough that has begun to hurt when I breathe.

but yesterday Dicea and I took the boys to their annual checkup with the vet. Mr. Darcy tips the scales at a mighty 3lbs 8oz. Grimm is a hefty 4lbs 15oz. they go back in two weeks for the rest of their shots (being so small they do not want to give rabies, distemper and kennel cough all at the same time).

We were also convinced that today was the memorial for Thorgrim. We drove up to Niagara Falls, found the Legion Hall and went in. Got blinks from the patrons, who were very nice when they pointed out that it was yesterday. We tried. We're sorry.

We added yet a few more good intentions on that paved road to hell.

Now I'm going to take more nyquil and become unconscious.