Sweet Dreams

I think the crud has found me.  It might also be the residue of smoke that filled my lungs as we drove near a forest fire yesterday.  Whatever it is, I am not up to par this evening.  A hacking cough and fatigue seem to be the only symptoms.    About to drink my Breathe Deep tea and hope for the best.

The bed is calling my name.  Rick might spend his birthday eve hearing me snore by nine tonight.
Wishing you a Sunday filled with peace.
Goodnight, Sweet dreams