Not being able to get enough air into our lungs taps into the worst primal fears us ‘oomins have.
My cancer treatments from 2013, whilst saving my life, also screwed up my immune system. I admit I’d rather have the flu/bronchitis/flu again/head cold, than be dead, (although at the time it didn’t feel like it) however, a compromised immune system is not to be sneezed at. (I can’t believe I wrote that without even realising the pun until I was editing) One of my tasks this year is to build my immune system up so that come the next Dreaded Lurgy Season I’ll sail through with nary a snuffle, sneeze, or wheeze.
So, I’m officially almost-healthy, and back at my desk doing more than obits and comments on my favourite blogs.
Without further ado:
… welcome to the people who have started following my blog recently. Pleased to meet’cha! 😀
… I cleared the dross off my desk yesterday and found, wonder of wonders, my writing schedule … a strange desiccated creature I’m hoping to rehydrate with the sweat of my brow. Stay tuned for updates.
… I also came across the pics I took of a project that saved my sanity during my tribulations. Herewith be the Slipper Chronicles:
Because tomorrow is the first day of Spring here in the Northern Hemisphere and it’s STILL raining on Widder Island, in the middle of Widder Lake, in the middle of Widder Rainforest, I thought it would be nice to watch some cats … in the sun.