So much to say, and so much mucus to try to say it through. My light cold of yesterday has turned into a full-blown phlegm disaster today, but I did want to share this: we got two offers on our house and we’ve accepted one of them. It’s from Frenchman and his British wife which makes me feel like we win some sort of Euro points, especially since they complimented the “attention to decoration” in the house, which makes me proud. So our house is now sold subject to inspection.

And now I’m going to go gurgle in the basement to hide from the heat and ooze into kleenex. This cold was so predictable that I actually asked my doctor last week, “If I get a cold this weekend, will I still be able to do surgery on Thursday?” She informed me that yes I would because they’re going to stick a tube down my throat and breath for me, so my nose and sinuses are inconsequential. Excellent!

What was I saying about this being a week of recovery? If you need me, I’ll be drowning in my own sinus fluids.

But here are some more pictures from Canada:


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