I think I'm gonna make it

I sent an email to my coworkers this morning with the subject "Ma! I think the fever done broke!"  Remember old-timey shows like Little House on the Prairie?  It seems like at least a couple of times each season, someone had reason to rejoice over a fever that done broke.

Well, I'm rejoicing today, too.  I went to bed at 7:30 last night and when I woke up this morning, my fever was gone and I felt a whole lot better.  I stayed home one more day to keep my nasty, gross cough to myself and treated myself to a bowl of steamy-hot oatmeal, a middle-of-the-week, day-time TV show and the company of my dog-girls.

I like the steam in this photo better than in that one, but Darby isn't in the photo and the bowl is just as badly overexposed.  I need a photography class!