Seems that Bubby likely has asthma.

The sleep-time coughs and morning wheezing are getting worse.

Megan's scheduling a doctor appointment to confirm.

Apparently asthma runs rampant in Preston's family, so it's not too surprising it's reared its head in Bubby.

Jim starts his new job today. Woo-hoo! Hallelujah! Amen!

(On a side note: Apparently about the same time Jim was being told he got the job, my sister's significant other -- a good, hardworking, kind guy -- was being told he was losing his. Will we ever all be out of the woods?)

I love King Soopers. I got my 23.76-pound turkey there over the weekend for TEN DOLLARS! That's a savings of $20.65. (And it wasn't even the store brand!) So I bought a second turkey, for the freezer: another $10 for a 19.69-pound turkey. Yay, King Soopers!

I had a scary episode last night -- technical term: "cognitive dysfunction" -- and seriously worry that MS is making Swiss cheese of my brain, despite the $1,800-per-month meds I shoot into my body daily. (Thank God for health insurance!!) It left me crying and Jim and Brianna trying to console me with 101 other possible reasons for my idiocy. I appreciate the effort, but I don't believe them. So I hereby promise to cease blogging if I become a blathering idiot so as to not distress my readers. But I'll leave an explanatory post so you won't wonder where the heck I am.

I wish an explanatory post had been left at Finding Trinity. One of my favorite bloggers is MIA and my e-mails have gone unanswered. I miss her musings ... and worry about her. If anyone knows what's up, please share.