for a brief message from your blogger.

The bad news — my glass is half empty this morning — is that I have morphed into Germ Girl. Thank you, Germ Boy for spreading the joy.

The fever broke, so I can sit in a chair write a semi-coherent post with a decent syntax.

Menthol and eucalyptus are my friends.

If I don’t crack any ribs coughing, I should be back with a fully functional brain — instead of the lizard brain I’m operating with now — in a few days. Feeling perkier just thinking about that.

The good news is that the roof is on and looks spectacular. It took two days of bang, thud, shake, bark. Repeat. I didn’t get a ride on the motorized ladder lift, but I got to keep it overnight in my yard. I touched it while the Men Who Roof were gone. Shh! Don’t tell.

Thank you Men Who Roof for the meticulous work, the eye candy and the occasional F word. You made me smile amidst the roofing carnage and my incubating Germ Girl state.

Menthol and eucalyptus are my friends. This bears repeating.

Back in a flash.

Elen