I made it home by noon on Sunday. I brought with me what I thought was an awful upper respiratory infection. The doctor says it is allergies, however. In any case, my head hurts and I am all plugged up. My voice sounds terrible. People hearing me talk, clutch their throats. I’m on a steroid throat spray and nose spray. Tylenol for the headache. I have lots of catch up at work and very little ambition. The murder trial begins May 9th with Dateline filming it. I need to get my act together so I sound organized and well-prepared for the cameras — more importantly, I must be organized and well prepared for my client.
The baddogs were glad to have me home. They’ve been bopping through the house, making periodic fly-bys to tell me they love me. I definitely missed them.
More when I can breathe. I am still contemplating our National Specialty results in awe. Chase is back in Tennessee looking forward to providing for a new girlfriend.
