Colds, Teeth, Ponds, and A Cone for Curly.

It's Friday, and I am finally starting to feel better. I have that stupid tickle cough that will last a lifetime. You know, to where you are coughing so much, your ribcage feels like it has been punched, Yeah. But I have been sleeping very well the last three nights, thanks to NyQuil and our Vicks warm humidifier. So far Jeff has managed to stay healthy, and the kids had their "little" colds before I received mine. I am feeling for Jeff right now,though, because this morning he has to go to the dentist, to have his permanent crown split open (to remove), and filed down to nothing. He has had more problems with this one tooth. A few weeks ago he had the permanent one placed, and I guess it was excruciating. Turns out the crown was a misfit, and oh, I guess we need to remove it to build yet another one. Jeff knew there was something wrong, because he said he could feel it "leaking." Talk about uncomfortable. Jeff has gone through the ringer with the dentist, yet he still is a champ, considering all the pain and frustration he has encountered. He is a much better person with pain than I ever could be. Jeez. Our family and teeth. What the frick?

 Lets see, on a positive note...Jeff is building a HUGE pond in our back acres. Well, he can only really build up the dam, in certain areas, as of now, due to the ground being frozen. But what an awesome project to take on. It will be so amazing! It will be right next to the tracks, and our big natural boulders. The design is the layout of the land. Jeff has been researching ponds, koi fish, plant habitat for our zoning, for weeks. He wants to do this all right, so no regrets later. You talk about a little paradise, when this will be all done and complete. It's going to take time, but we will have a pond this late Spring, early Summer.

As for Curly, I had to put his "cone" around his head again, last night. He has been after he eyes ONCE AGAIN. It got so bad last night that he couldn't even open his left eye, and he was yelping in discomfort. Poor little doggie. It was funny, though, because as I was placing the cone over his head, he didn't fight it, he almost welcomed it. It was like Curly knew this was going to help him again.