Still fighting a chest cold,
Now over a week.
Just one of those hanger ons,
That have to be eased away.
Haven't left the house
In all that time, no sense
Tempting fate and ending up
With a fever and doctor bills.
So I'll just bide my time
And let mother nature cure me.
Sure is a pain to sit home and mope,
Cause I can't do anything else.
Love ya!
Jane