I'm perhaps not a dog person. That, and raranax has already had enough of said poodle, even though it is cute and friendly, and his opinion is contagious.
I thanked both present aunts for not being psychotic, and explained that I'd been reading Holiday Tales of Woe from friends. So. Glad.
I'm on the road to recovery re: the cold, I think. I have most of my voice back for speaking. I was afraid that the coughing has done permanent damage to my singing voice. I may get that back, or I may not. Given that for a few nights I was terrified that the cold would be the death of me, I may be upset if my voice doesn't come back, but I'd rather be alive without a singing voice than dead, also without a singing voice.
The walk on the beach last night was great. I love beach. I really love beach. I love getting soaked and then whipped around by the wind. My aunts were cold. I was happy.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/stripedtiger/113229.html -- book_of_daniel joins a gym. Via metaquotes. I think fannish_fitness might appreciate a link to this one.
Conscious, responsive woman taken off ventilator in Texas. Where's the Culture of Life?
http://www.livejournal.com/users/theferrett/649480.html -- Those personals usernames to avoid.