After a wonderful weekend in the mountains, I woke up yesterday morning with what seems to be a bit of a cold. I have intermittently been popping Zicam and chasing Dayquil with hot tea in hopes of a speedy recovery. I had already planned a trip home to get my banged-up car repaired, so I look forward to spending the rest of the evening relaxing in my most favorite coastal town. I figure whatever the salty breeze doesn't remedy, my mom's cooking surely will.
And if Tom Hanks wants to show up with daisies at any time, I'd be more than willing to receive.