No not me. My poor girl is a sick little possum and the asthma that has been so much better this year has reared its big fat ugly head and hit her with a mighty whomp. She had four separate attacks last night but slept pretty well for a couple of hours between each one so I was kinda hoping that today would see her feeling a little bit better. But instead, after three solid nights of asthma attacks, she's got a full scale rotten cold. Her poor little face is puffed up with it and she's got the biggest black circles under her eyes. I knew it was really knocking her around when she ate two hot chips for dinner then asked if she could just go to bed instead. At six thirty.
So she's been tucked up for almost two hours and I'm thinking I should be crawling into my bed too and making the most of what sleep I can get before we start all over again. Thank heavens tomorrow is my day off.