Cough stop
Several hours in to what feels like a hair caught in the back of my throat. I’m tired of coughing. I’m tired of trying to explain that it doesn’t feel like high blood pressure, or an allergic reaction to that witches’ brew of eye drops that will (thankfully) diminish now. What I really want is a good reason to go an sleep… as soon as the coughing drops off. End of rant.
The tent and other associated gear are back in their appointed places. This round of camping is over, with no casualties. Perhaps when the tourist traffic goes back to a normal level, we can try again. Or, we can just pitch the tent between here and the treeline, and declare our grassy lawn as the best tenting ground in the area.
Trying to sort out employment possibilities for son #3 (even though he hasn’t requested my assistance). If I stumble across the right offer, he can decide to throw caution to the wind and move back to the neighbourhood. At least he already gets along well with (his) dog. And us…
The weekend has been quiet (other than my coughing attack). Had a visit from an old buddy, this afternoon, who happened to be up in the area. Hard to believe that we’ve known each other for better than four decades. I feel a little older, suddenly. Why, there was a time when having known someone for more that four years seemed long. Look at how well I’m slipping into my grey period.
