Sunny Boy and a miserable cold

Bruce likes the winter sun.  And the spring sun, the summer sun, and the autumn sun.  His white coat glistens.  He's happy.  The green ball again makes an appearance.  This time with a secondary toy.  Even if I do have to grovel to get the green ball from under the house, I don't mind.  He's my mate. 

He doesn't look as disheveled as he did when we got home from Cairns, he's back to his chilled out self.

Bruce in the winter sun

I still feel pretty crappy with this cold that came on when we got back home.  It has kind of improved but I have a very annoying dry cough.  Sometimes the coughing finishes with a sneeze and I see stars before my eyes.  I wish it would finally go away.  It gives me a headache and all I want is oranges and chicken soup and for my nose to feel normal again.  I'm grumpy.  But I'm having fish for dinner and the house is warm and cosy.  After that, I'll be safe and warm in bed in winter sheets and hopefully tomorrow this miserableness will be on its way out.  I really hope so.