Welp, seems I have decided to have my annual bout of bronchial pneumnia. Every year, I get a sore throat that turns into severe bronchitis or pneumonia like nearly over night. Hubby took off from work yesterday to take me to the doctor. Hours later, I smiled at the doc and said: Lemme guess, bronchitis, right? (since my fever hasn't been above 100) He shook his head at me saying: How did ya know? My reply: After getting this every near for nearly years, I kinda have an idea what's up. So, I'm out of commission. I have more planned with Rustic Christmas, but until the cough is gone (for the most part) and I don't sound (and smell) like a really old person with my rattles and sputters, it's strict bed rest for me. Psssstttt... Hubby's finally asleep, and William woke me up with his own coughing fit, causing me to have mine for this time of night. Everyone's back asleep except for me and this evil mouse that has invaded my house and hunting for his night snack it appears. X-( Hopefully I can go back to sleep on the couch in a few once my breathing meds catch up with my nose, and I can sleep a bit more before my heavy-duty meds are due to be taken again. Gotta love the drugs that make your mouth go numb before even swallowing them. MMMMMMMmmmMMMMM!