Have you ever seen a film of all the wilder beasts making their migrations and heard their constant mooing sound they make? Well that is what I sound like right now sitting here at the computer. I have the most miserable chest and head cold. I have on my heavy sweater and am wrapped up with a very large heavy bath towel that I was given as a gift. I only use it to wrap up in when I am sick. It is the length of my bed. But oh so warm. Winthrop has been checking on me with phone calls. I took a coughing spell while on the phone and they wanted to send an ambulance immediately thinking I had pneumonia. "If I had pneumonia, do you think I would be talking to you so calmly? I am not stupid, I know what signs to look for if I had pneumonia." Of course I miss my session at PT yesterday. I hate to lose any time there. I am doing so good strengthening my legs.
The Pirate stayed overnight Wednesday. He didn't get much sleep. All I did was cough. He kept listening to make sure I could catch my breath.
I guess I should stay in bed. But after one and a half days there I had to get up and stretch. And I need to make a cup of chicken bullion.
All the good news is, I ordered my Roomba. It should be here by the beginning of next week. I will have to get The Pirate to vacuum before it arrives. I don't want to overwhelm her on her first day on the job. Sort of like those women who clean before their housekeeper come? If it weren't for my birthday money, I still would be saving for her. I already have a name for her. Rosie. After the Jetson's maid. I wish I felt better. I would sound more excited than I do right now. I am toying with the idea of getting the floor washer next. But I am on the fence on that one. It cost more than Rosie did, and the idea makes me feel that I am just lazy. I already have the Shark floor steamer. It does the job. I only have two floors that need washing. They kitchen and bathroom. And together they aren't even as big as my big room. It all depends on my hips. How long can I stand to do the two floors.