The Honey Pot

I had a long list of stuff I was going to get done around the house since I’m not on the indie bookstore tour but I’ve really been focusing on creating and expelling mucus.

My dad went in my place, with Murble, on the indie book bus tour. I will likely get more books out of it than if I went myself but I was gonna get to go to a bookstore in an old bank and to Pella (tulips and used books) and another town with another cool bookstore.

I have been SICK (and still am) pretty much since I got back from that garden bus tour. Respiratory garbage coughing. I think that’s what it is called. Anyway I’m being so brave about it. Murble so far seems okay which is miraculous and needs to continue because she only has partial lungs. I’ve been trying not to breathe near her and she’s been Murbleing chaotically like usual. She did go to heroic measures (two stores) to get me some cough suppressant when I hadn’t been able to sleep for days and days because of coughing and nearly continuous “patriotic” explosions. Unfortunately the suppressant made me feel even worse. Which brings me to my baby sister- SHE LIVES!!! every morning she wakes with wags as she counts her pack and sees that we survived another night of explosions. She’s being so brave about our nation’s 25th anniversary.