unknownfate

I cough when I bend over, which isn’t really a problem until I try to eat my soup. It’s like something in my chest waits for me to lean toward the mug and then shoves a cough out to maximize the soup spray around the room. The cat already left in disgust to groom away his new tomato soup calico-ness. Maybe I’ll stick to the sandwich for now. Crumbs can be vacuumed…