Ah, good ol' Rapaire, never so sick that he can't come up with a heart-warming shaggy dog story.

I made a pot of chicken stock and souped it up for dinner tonight. It tasted marvelous, and I made sure to leave a little chicken grease in it--that seems to be part of the "Jewish penicillin" of the soup. I can feel a tickle still, so will take some cough stuff tonight, but I think I can pass on the narcotics. I hope. It's coming on two weeks now of this stupid virus.

I should have used my neti pot more and sooner and maybe the sinus infection wouldn't have taken off like it did. You might want to use one, Rap.

Meanwhile, it's raining in Texas. It seems to be making up for the long drought over the winter. Inches and inches fell today. And out in the middle of it were my two dopey dogs, catching a native lizard AGAIN--this is the second time for this guy. They had him last week and he was playing dead, but I caught a look in his eye that said if I let him go he'd eventually move along. Idiot lizard moved into the same pile of rocks again. I saw Poppy out in the rain tossing and poking something, and dashed out to rescue my little friend. This time I BUILT him a new rock house closer to the fence where the dogs can't go because their collars will zap them. I have to move all of those rocks, and may have to do it sooner rather than later to save any wildlife at all that wants to remain in a yard with two big pups.

That's my good deed for the day.