Please excuse the sparceness of recent postings . . .
We worked hard on home improvements over the weekend, starting the room remodel necessary to feature our Dore Alley bed in a proper setting to do it justice . . .
Unfortunately, I worked hard enough to make myself sick . . .
Because I have pretty severe asthma, I've always been prone to catching bronchitis, and today's no different. My biggest allergy problems stem from house dust and mold, just the kind of things that tearing up old carpet will stir up and put into the air . . .
I felt progressively worse each day over the weekend, and worse still yesterday. Simple asthma attacks, wen ignored, almost always progress to some kind of infection. I'm running a fever and my lungs were bad enough yesterday that I required a nebulizer treatement . . .
With a deadline for the arrival of our new bed hanging over our heads, I can say with absolute certainty that this couldn't have come on at a worse time . . .
Please send well wishes and healing energy, and know that once I'm feeling just a bit better that I'll be back to complete the stories I have in progress as well as delivering yet another installment in my ongoing series about gags . . .