I've been awfully quiet the past couple of weeks. One of my reasons is that I was just lazy but the other reason is that was sick literally for almost a week. I eventually ended up at the doc on Tuesday and he diagnosed me with having something called upper respiratory infection. It might not sound bad but boy did it feel bad. Contrary to popular belief, somehow people seemed to think I was pregnant. I had sleepless nights, a high fever that just wouldn't go away, no appetite, aching body and a tight chest. Today is the first time I'm out of bed and feeling human again. It was dreadful but I thank all of you that kept me in your prayers because that's what pulled me through. My hubby was an absolute star in all of this, don't know what I'd do without him.