Another busy day at the museum, and on top of it, I have a nasty cough. I’m not sick, it’s me acclimating to the desert winter.

Last year, was super wet for around here, and I had no problems.

This year is a more typical year and I am so dry that my body is making mucus as a defense. So I am constantly hacking and coughing and blowing my nose, but I am NOT sick. No fever, no tiredness, good appetite, I tested negative for covid, and mucus is all colorless. I just sound like death.

And, on top of all of that, the coughing is killing my back. So I likely won’t feel up for writing tonight either.

However, my new computer chair for my room comes on Friday. and while I found that I do my best writing in the kitchen, it will be weeks if not months before I can write in there.

Any way, day three of three, and I did write.