Slump

So, that laryngitis I was talking (he he he) about last time I posted?  Yeah, still got it.  Anything above a whisper is almost impossible, and yes, I have been to the doctor (4 times), and yes, I am trying honey and/or lemon and/or hot water and/or whisky, and yes, I have heard EVERY joke about how I got it from talking/yelling/singing too much, and how nice it may be for the people I live/work with...

And spring here is craptastic - rain, snow, sleet, hail... let's say nothing has been planted in the garden yet, and leave it like that.  And all you garden bloggers out there, waxing poetic about your spring blooms and lettuce and seed starting and such?  Yeah, shut it.  Okay, not really, but when I read their blogs, then look outside to the dismal skies and water-soaked yard...

And not much has happened on the house (okay, the wall between the kitchen and dining room has come down, and the framing for the bulkhead has gone up, but that's about it), mainly due to Dad's operation (he's all good now - yeah!), and the fact that the last two prescriptions I've been on have made me feel like a huge pile of, um, compost...


So, yeah.  Sorry about the lack of posts.  But really, I LITERALLY have nothing to say.

The dogs are good though!