Sniff, Snort, Cough

My nose, my nose--
It glows, red as a rose--
It flows, like a garden hose--
And it blows blows, blows, blows, blows blows, blows,

Truth to tell, I am not well.
As a matter of fact,
I feel like hell.

Recovery

The Bounce-back Kid has done it again.

Fiorella woke up this morning feeling totally normal--for her, at least.  The bruises are receding, the cut is healing, her nosebleed is minimal, her arm muscles don't hurt, and her split lip is recovering enough that she can smile again.  Now for the trip to to the ear-nose-and-throat guy, to be sure Fio's nose bones are healing right, then for visit to her dentist, to be sure her teeth are aligned correctly.

Thank you to everyone for the good wishes, and a special thanks for the flowers, balloon, and chocolates--you know who you are.

Love to all.

Sonya Stocks Up for Hard Times

As Fiorella has noted before, Sonya is a bone burier.  She buries them outside in long trenches that she claws out of our rock-hard soil, and she buries/hides them inside behind the big waste basket, in semi-obscure corners, under the leather chests, and between couch cushions.  She's even tried to bury them in the big plush cushion on top of her princess bed, which is a wonder to behold because, of course, pillows don't cooperate, no matter how hard you try.

Her project this  morning has been to bury a bone at Fiorella's feet, in the dregs of the comforter that Fiorella, sitting on the couch, has wrapped around herself.   The loosely quilted fabric is pliable and maneuverable so Sonya has nosed it into protective place above and around her treasure.  Yes, all of her inside work--pushing, prodding, shoving--is done with her nose.  

Who needs hands when you have that skillful a snout?