"You sound terrible" has been the official greeting that I've been receiving in the past few days. I've been a good girl (went to the doctor, drinking lots of fluids, getting lots of rest), but I still haven't been able to shake this cold which has settled down a bit and taken up residence in my chest.

Matt sleeps curled up facing the wall. Sometimes my coughing wakes him up to which he asks, "You're not coughing in my direction are you?" He tries to defend his insensitivity with "I don't cough at you." I just growl at him in my gravely voice and steal the blanket.