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A cold knocks out Gymbo, but not my little darling

As Willow, Che and I zip through this year's summer of dreams (we're getting busy, busy, busy!), it's getting harder for me to find time to drop by here and write a line or two, but I'm going to try to come by here as much as I can (but not on my two beach trips ... NO, NO, NO!!!).
I've had a ton to write about, but I can't recall any of it, it seems, which is probably why I should stop by here as much as possible. So I guess I'll just write about today.
Willow and I had to skip Gymbo's place today because our little angel started showing signs of a head cold yesterday evening. Her nose was running, then she got a little stuffy, then she coughed and sneezed a little bit.
It's not a bad cold, but as you and I know, there are no good colds. Our trouper has been fighting on and playing with all her might, if not as loudly as usual. She had a tough time sleeping because, well, she's never had a stuffy nose in her life, so traversing her regular slumbers with a bit less oxygen was not a pleasant experience.
Even though we skipped on Gymbo's today (which means we'll miss it for two whole weeks because we're heading to the beach next week), Willow has been getting some solid play time in (right now, she's bouncing and singing and drinking not 4 but 8 ounces of milk!). And she took a nice, long nap this morning. I'm keeping her in today to help her rest up and get over the cold before we head to the beach this weekend.
And maybe, just maybe, I'll have a Disney movie waiting for her this afternoon. This just might be the best sick day ever.
Oh, Toodles!

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