Home Again

After being gone for a week, I have finally returned to where the air is warm and ocean-scented.  Paradise Found...almost.

It seems my brother's children decided share their myriad germs and diseases.  I thought I'd escaped unscathed, but fate failed to smile upon me.  The phrase "hacking up a lung" takes on an entirely new meaning with broken ribs.

As if the pain weren't enough to keep me awake, the few times I managed to drift off last night, the cats exacted their revenge for abandonment.  They became more and more creative as the night passed.  Sadie enjoyed running across my sternum and eliciting shrieks of pain, while Jinx went the more traditional route with bladder pouncing.

Now I have to pack to house sit for a friend.  She has a beautiful view of the south shore.  Of course, she also has six animals and a fifteen-year old.  Am not sure that I'm up for this . . .