The other day, I was watching one of those wacky animal shows on tv. Filmed in a vet's office, the lens focused on a floppy-eared dog, galloping full-tilt down the entry hall, headed for an open door and freedom. The cameraman expressed concern, and a staff member said, "Oh, we don't have to chase him.", just as the escaping canine slowed to a halt and keeled over, sound asleep. That's what the meds I'm taking for a bronchial/sinus infection have done for me. I'll be sitting here, barking, reading a scintillating post, and, next thing I know, I'm waking up from a narcoleptic stupor, keyboard prints on my forehead. Which wouldn't be half bad, if I could remember great dreams, or the feel of the wind whipping past my floppy ears as I dash towards the open door. Cea (almost cured, but cabin fever setting in)
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