I’m working on the ending of this book.
I need a clear head.

Pul-eeze. Air. Air would be good.

Yesterday I got some work done with a Benedryl and 2 Sudafed.

I think I am going to have to do the same today. I hate to do it. My stomach hates it.

But breathing brings oxygen to the brain.

I am sooooo allergic to wood smoke.