Email is starting to fill me with despair. It seems like it takes half the weekend to get through my home mailbox and half the weekdays to get through the work mailbox.
And I’m pretty good about keeping up and discarding or archiving as I go along. But there’s always something that needs attention.
My poor husband has had some sort of horrible disease this week. Every time he gets the tiniest bit rundown or stressed he complains that he has threshcold. I’m so used to hearing whining about threshcold, I barely listen. I say things like, Oh, did you drink some tea?
This week threshcold turned into fever and aches. And whining. I will resist the urge to make too much fun of him because if I go down with the horrible disease I can’t whine. But I will link to For God’s sake, woman, he’s a man, he’s got a man cold! for your entertainment.