*coughcough*

Well, I'm at that state of a chest cold where my coughs sound like I'm about to spit up a lung and my husband asks if I'm alright.

It just means I'm past the noxious germy stage and into the long recovery stage. I have a little more energy this morning than yesterday, which tells me that the cold has loosened its grip.

One more visit from a contractor to give us a quote this evening, then we compare notes and pick one.