The post-whoop era

I'm tentatively announcing I will live again.

My cough seems to have turned into the typical lingering post-bronchitis type of thing, with only the very rare mild whoop. I haven't gasped, choked, gagged, clutched my throat and staggered around in terror that I'd suffocate for a few days now. And my energy levels, while far from normal, are at least sufficient to walk the dogs, do the dishes, put a little bit of laundry through, and use my brain enough to write if not well then at least well enough to get by.

Plus I had someone come in and build shelves for my shoes in one of my closets so I can open the door and look at them any time I want to. Such as the red suede Franco Sarto Mary Jane pump on a red patent wedge that I hope to actually feel well enough to go somewhere I can wear someday soon.