I’m back at work, malingering. I feel okay but I have this nasty, barking cough. Unfortunately, I passed my illness to Alan, who’s staying home today. He doesn’t seem as congested as I was; I’m probably more susceptible to that sort of thing because of my allergies.

Speaking of allergies, a few posts ago Sandy suggested that I try Nasonex and I made a mental note to ask my allergist about it. Turns out I’ve already tried it. I found the evidence. Alan bought me some Robitussin on Friday, for which I was extremely grateful; I thought I had some but wasn’t certain where it was and didn’t feel up to a multi-cabinet search. Saturday evening, I located my existing bottle of Robitussin but turns out I needed the new one anyway because Alan made me pour out mine. It had expired. In November 1998. Well, I don’t get sick very often. I kept taking medicines out of the cabinet, noting long-past expiration dates and chucking them out and lo & behold, there was a tiny nasal spray of Nasonex, expired in April of 2000. I guess it either didn’t help me much or I didn’t like something about it - who remembers, after all this time? I didn’t even remember getting it. The winner, by the way, was some generic-Kroger-version of Theraflu that expired (unopened) in 1996. Go ahead and laugh all you want at my medicine cabinet; my wine cabinet and I are above such petty concerns.

Today I’m back at work, I get some deposits ready and head over to the bank. There’s a teller there with whom I’ve become chatty in recent weeks. I know about her son’s baseball and football games, we chat about clothes, music, stuff like that. Last week I admired this pretty necklace she had on and she told me she'd picked it up for only $1 at a store that was going out of business. I told her I liked it, we chatted a bit, that was that. Today when I went over, she called me to her window. She had gone back by the store and bought one for me! AND the matching earrings! I offered to pay her for it but she was having none of that. HOW COOL IS THAT?!?