It's 3:30 am Sunday and I am up because . . .

the doorbell rang and was followed by a series of knocks. Norfolk police at door. Someone broke into my husband's truck and stole . . . wait for it . . . a $25 trickle charger for battery. Ripped the wire out. Just wait until they get home and figure out it's not an iPad or Kindle or whatever they thought it was. Had started coughing again just before that so I needed to get up and take my meds again anyway. Yep, sick again. We took some vacation days the week of 3/10 and went to NC. First couple days temps were in 70's then the night before we were to start home, temps dropped 40 degrees and it began to snow. Drove in snow until east of Asheville. Hubby had started coughing on way home and it seemed he had a bad cold coming on. By the time we reached home, it was clearly some flu he'd picked up. At first, I thought I'd be lucky because I'd had my flu shot and he hadn't. Seems I was wrong. He made it to work this past Monday, even while feeling a little rough. I went thru the "just a cold" stage and by Friday was in respiratory trouble, wheezing and miserable. Managed to stay awake and watch the VCU Rams (my aluma mater) lose to a lesser ranked team in the final moments of it's game. I feel bad for the poor freshman everyone wants to blame for the loss. We were all rookies at some time! Trying hard to keep from going into bronchitis again. Living on nasty Nitequil, lots of fluids, inhalor, and trying to eat a little something every time hubby prompts me. This too shall pass. Something free soon - really!