Sunday, Mother's Day, was sunny, warm, and delightful. We took a tour of some local gardens - the kind where the owner does all the work and knows every plant's history. Was a fun, fun, day. DS and his SO made dinner at his house eaten out on the lawn as dark fell. Doesn't get better.
I'm still coughing; this has to end some day. DW is getting more impatient for me to go the doctor. I'm not a fan of going to the doctor anyway, but going to say, "I have a cold" seems an open invitation to hear, "Why, yes, you do - buy Cold Remedies at the drug store and come back some day when you're ill." I'm annoyed with this, but I'm not all verklempt about it. I don't have my bustenhalter in a twist.